Novel & Cerita Miranda Lawson

“It’s time someone told the truth.” Luca narrowed his eyes. “You sure this isn’t about something else? You’ve got that look.” “What look?” “The look you had when you fell for Bianca.” I laughed dryly. “Myra is not Bianca. She’s smarter. Angrier. And armed.” He didn’t laugh. I ran a hand through my hair. “There’s something about her. She’s not just chasing justice. She’s chasing ghosts. And I think she’s going to get herself killed if I don’t keep her close.”

I found Miranda in the kitchen, already dressed despite the early hour, reviewing documents while drinking coffee that smelled strong enough to wake the dead. "Morgana wants to meet," I said. Miranda didn't even look up. "Obviously a trap." "Obviously. But she claims Kieran's planning something that will hurt the twins." That got her attention. She set down her coffee and gestured for me to sit. "Tell me exactly what she said." I relayed the conversation word for word. Miranda listened with that intense focus lawyers develop, the kind that catches every detail and files it away for later use. "It's absolutely a trap," she said when I finished. "But it's also an opportunity."

the last man says, and I nod, smiling at them, but they still stand. "I'm Zara Lawrence," the beautiful woman standing beside Miranda says in a sweet, warm tone, and I instantly like her as she reminds me of both Betty and my mom. "I'm Keisha James," the one next to her says, and I have a great hunch she likes me just as much as Miranda does, which isn't so much. "I'm Imelda Arnold." "And I'm Celine Anderson," the last lady says, and my heart skips a beat at the mention of my last name.

She didn’t even call her ‘Mimi. Before I could answer, she was already talking. “I can’t believe Miranda has been lying to us.” “What?” I blinked. “Lying to us about what?” “Haven’t you heard what’s going on?” Kayla’s voice was sharp. “The whole school already knows. Miranda is the girlfriend of that handsome, crusty prince. And she was always acting like a saint.” “You believe that too?” I was stunned. “You weren’t at the auditorium today.” Kayla crossed her arms. “Security seized their ID card.And I confirmed it was Miranda’s. I was shocked.”

Abigail There was a crawling crack on its lower part and the wobbly handle was tied by a string of pink yarn she received as a gift from Mathilda. Even though the hand mirror was already broken, she still kept it, or better yet treasured it, for it was the only thing that could remind her of her ended precious life.

Not having a thing to say, I kept quiet in my seat and ate calmly. "Hmmm." She nodded reluctantly and took a sip of wine. "So Mira..." She started but I was quick to cut in. "Mila!" I supplied, and she looked at me questioningly. "My name Ma. It's Mila." "Hmmm, I see." She noted, before she continued. "So Mira, what social class do you belong?" "What?!" I asked caught off guard. I clearly understood what she had asked but her question was...... so.... materialistic! Plus! the fact she had still called me 'Mira', considering my clarification had gotten me.

I narrow my eyes, immediately knowing who it is. "What?" I spat at her. I can practically see her rolling her eyes at me. "May I come in?" She asked. I stayed silent for a moment before replying. "Yes." As soon as that word left my mouth I regretted it. Lisa strutted in, wearing a disgusting short red dress, black stilettos, and the worst makeup I've ever seen in my life. Her bleached blonde hair was a ratty mess like she purposefully made it that way. I can't believe I was going to make her alpha female.

"It's a good place to start." Miranda shifted in the seat, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again. She was thinner than she had been in high school. I hadn't noticed it so much on the ranch, yet sitting across from her, it was quite obvious. "Okay... I moved to New York. I met Eason the day I got off the bus. He helped me get into school for paralegal work and hired me in his law firm. We've lived together since, and I still work at the practice."

“Step back.” “This is exactly what she always does,” Miranda said, turning to address the guards and the maids gathered in the doorway behind her, her voice climbing into something more performative and public. “Every single time I try to be part of this household, every time I try to exist in this space with any dignity at all, she comes after me. She has been abusing me since the day I arrived and nobody does anything about it because she is the Luna and I am just the woman they all want to pretend does not exist.” “Miranda…”one of the guards started uncertainly.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.