Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

Miranda Cross. The room erupted in applause. “Miranda,” Victor said, pulling her close, “is the reason I’ve been able to push through the darkest days. She is my muse, my strength, my… first love.” The applause turned into gasps, then laughter, the ugly kind that comes from those who smell scandal and savor it. Liana’s world tilted. The glass in her hand trembled, threatening to shatter. But her face—her face remained calm, porcelain smooth. Years of being ignored had trained her well.

It's better to let them think I'd let what they did to me slide and do something awfully terrible to them later. Miranda is infront wearing a black vintage shirt, white denim shorts, black boots and dark shades. Her long black straight hair was blew by the breeze. Boys collide into each other, few whistled, slam their lockers shut with a loud thud, while the rest where ogling as she confidently catwalk pass them.

She hadn’t cried after they argued and she hadn’t cried all day Friday when Lauren didn’t call to apologize and she wasn’t about to cry now. Lauren was not going to make her cry. Lauren was just a teeny tiny pathetic loser who still went around on her bike like a baby. She didn’t even have breasts yet. She was still a child. But Miranda was a woman, and she had a lover to prove it. Miranda carefully shaved her legs and underarms—she’d started doing so at the first hint of fuzz about a year ago, and she shaved every single day without fail. The idea of someone catching her with stubble on her legs was too embarrassing to contemplate.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

Miranda told her. The woman broke into a radiant smile. “Thank you.” She walked in with light steps, and her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Mike. “General Lloyd, I came to see you.” Mike was clearly surprised. “What are you doing here?” “I took some time off specifically to visit you,” she set down her gifts and gracefully extended a hand toward Miranda. “Hi there, I’m Lena Scott. I used to train under General Lloyd.” Miranda smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Miranda Stone.”

Miranda replied, surprising me, I thought she was going to yell at Serene. “Is that how to greet your employer's fiancé?” Serene questioned. Here she goes again, crossing the line. “Serene don't!” I said to her, knowing fully well she was trying to create a scene. “Hi Serene, I am Miranda, your fiancé's new personal assistant,” Miranda said with a slight smile on her face before going back to what she was doing. “She's not my fiancée,” I said, trying to make things clear. Miranda didn't even bother to respond, she was hellbent on finishing the paperwork I gave her.

“Don’t start with me, old woman.” I felt my soul just leave my body. I’m dumbfounded at how assertive Emelie is right now. Using Mrs. Miranda’s weakness. It is not a secret that Mrs. Miranda is way older than Emelie. One of the reasons why people think that Lawrence took an interest in my mother is because she’s way younger than his wife. Especially those who're new to the set up of our family. Lawrence has two children with his wife, Mrs. Miranda and one, which is me, with Emelie.

Miranda rolled her eyes with a smug grin splitting her pink-stained lips, "You're so adorable when you're all worked up. Gunnar is a blessed man and I hope he knows it. But what did the asshole do wrong now?" "Only you would call a man like him an asshole," Tory cut her sister a glare. "I think she takes advantage because she's married to a psychopath," I deduced but, to be honest, Miranda was a fierce woman. She proved it the day I walked in and found a dead body at her feet because she had saved herself when she was kidnapped, not waiting for someone to rescue her like some damsel in distress.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“You are... Miss Hudson?” Estelle also recognized the woman and greeted her with a smile, “Long time no see, Miranda.” She remembered that when she returned to the Hudson’s House before, Mr. Mysterious asked Miranda to serve as her stylist. And on that day, Miranda chose a floral dress and dark blue suede high heels with small diamonds. “Long time no see, Miss Hudson. I didn’t expect to meet you here!” Miranda said with a pleasant surprise in her tone. “Yes, I didn’t expect that either. It’s so surprising. I’m a designer of Only Love Jewelry now,” Estelle said.