Miranda Monster Prom Novels & Stories

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

Roman had promised to pick me up at 8:30 pm, so I wanted to be ready before his arrival. I finished getting ready and then stared at myself in the mirror. I looked so pretty that it shocked me. I picked up the silver purse, put all my things inside, and then sat down to put on the silver heels. I finally buckled the strap after struggling for a while, then left my bedroom for the living room. Sarah had finished eating dinner and was watching one of her favorite cartoons while we waited for her babysitter to arrive.

“Ryder will insist on revenge but I can’t let him do this. I can’t let him ruin his life. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about what you heard today. Not even to Ryder. I…” Miranda suddenly becomes sweaty and falls on the floor. “Miranda!” Scarlett gasps and holds her. “What are you-” “I have cancer,” Miranda reveals. “I can’t lose my grandchildren. I’ll have to raise them with the limited time I have. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about tonight. Don’t even tell anyone that you saved Ryder. You don’t know them. They’ll kill your parents too. If Vincent Hawkins finds out that you know his dirty deeds, he’ll kill you and your family.”

“Oh, sweetheart. He already knows where you are. But the question is... how far will he go to get you back?” My stomach twists, but I don’t let her see it. Miranda straightens up, her eyes gleaming with that sick thrill she gets from this twisted game. “You see, I’ve got a little deal for him. A game, really. And the prize? You. But first, I’ll make sure he watches while I—” She leans in close, her voice low and threatening. “Cut your throat right in front of him.” I don’t flinch. Can’t let her see me crack. “Lysander’s nothing like you,” I spit out, my voice shaking only slightly. “He doesn’t need to make deals with monsters.”

How about Miranda and the others? "Miranda is a powerful Vampire and as of the moment, she is listening to us." "I am right of one thing these days - you do not care." Kristina placed her hands on her pockets and suddenly the desert went narrower until her eyes ached. She just tried to close her eyes to rest the waking migraine. The next time she opened it, she's back in the room where she never left in the first place. Miranda sat next to her surrounded by the other Constants of other Damneds. They were watching her, their focus directed at her.

"May Meg and Lacy… one day I'll finally be able to crush your heads into awall you two faced bitches! Ugh! I hate them!" Mira was already in a terrible mood.. why did her life have to be so fucking dramatic... "The lot of them! Always picking on innocent people like me just cos we are different. It's not my fault I'm a human in a school for were wolves for fuck's sake!"Miranda walks straight to the good counter to get her tray served. Nothing spectacular on today's menu. She remembered grabbing an apple, a juice pack and two sandwiches she had prepared upon waking up very late with nothing to do.

The article said she’d stolen a poor woman’s golden retriever, dragging it around by the collar while screaming at it, “Turn back! Turn back into Kira right now! I know you’re her. Stop pretending! Shift, you stupid mutt! They are all pretending to be animals, but they are ghosts!” It didn’t stop there. When a college girl walking her own dog tried to help, Miranda lunged, hands around the girl’s throat, choking her while howling, “You’re next! I’m gonna kill you. Just like we did to Kira, and you’re going to come back as a pig!” I tapped the embedded video and nearly died laughing all over again. There she was… the untouchable Miranda, the ice-queen princess of her parents… in a straitjacke

The deep red one-piece lingerie was bold, seductive, and left very little to the imagination. “A pack wolf makes these,” Miranda explained, wiggling her brows. “Specially designed to drive our mates insane.” Raven chuckled, shaking her head. “And you’re giving this to me because…?” “Because you need to wear it. Seduce Damien. Make him lose his mind,” Miranda teased, nudging her. “You are his Luna, after all. Might as well remind him of what he has.” They bantered back and forth, laughing until Miranda finally bid her goodnight, leaving Raven alone with the scandalous gift in her hands.

"That is not darkness, Miranda. That is light." Miranda wanted to believe him. But her hands still shook, and somewhere in the back of her mind, a terrified voice whispered: what if you are a monster and you just do not know it yet?

Ophelia was driven insane by it until one night, she wrapped her arms around Lauren and jumped from the 20th floor. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. My life, at last, was full of light.