Miranda Monster Prom Novels & Stories

“Eleven, and you sold me like I was a stain you could scrub away.” Laura’s jaw tightened. But she didn’t deny it. I took one more step, closing the space between us. “So why call me now?” I asked. “Why summon the monster back to your perfect little mausoleum?” She opened her mouth to speak when the glass slipped from her hand, hit the floor, and shattered. Her eyes went wide—not with fear, but surprise. Her mouth opened, but no words came. Then she dropped. I gasped and stumbled back.

“Let me go, please.” Miranda pleads, the woman who once had the most beautiful face that she hated the most. The woman who once she thought that loves her dearly, but was not and the woman she hated now to be called, “Mother.” “You devil!” “Shh...” she whispers, slowly making her way to the almost lifeless body of the woman who once was the most beautiful maiden but now is an unrecognizable freak. Grabbing a doll and holding it close in her chest as the light slowly makes Miranda's face visible to see, the horror that any human might encounter cannot describe what she becomes. Seeing her state and features that resemble not even a human to call, but a monster she created and carved with ever

Miranda questioned, applying some collagen serum on her face as she sat in front of her dressing mirror. Maria stared at her mother's face through the mirror. She was trying to gauge if her mother was genuinely asking about her mate or was just trying to find faults. "Don't give me that look, Maria; if I wanted you to break up with your Romeo, I would simply command it, dear child. But do not fear, I've changed my mind; you can keep your sweet relationship with your wolfman," Miranda said, gently patting her skin to let her skin absorb the serum.

I ask gently, hoping it wasn't a dear friend or something? Miranda's eyes tear up, and she turns her face against my chest. "Marcus's mate," Miranda says with a muffled voice. "Really," I breathe out in shock, and Miranda nods before looking at me again. "I woke up from a crazy dream with your mom, and the next thing I know, he is behind me in my room. I tried to hit him and run, but he was faster. He grabbed my arm and went to punch me, but a girl appeared out of nowhere. She had bruises all over her and looked terrified but determined. She scratched his face, hit him, and bit his arm in a desperate attempt to save me. But he flung her off easily...he punched me, which knocked me out, and t

Chapter 18 She gently brings the knife down and back to the position she has withdrawn it from. “The woman price down the girl to 3 bucks and,” “And what?” “The parents agreed.” Queen Miranda. “How did the girl feels? Like, what was her reaction?” “She felt bad and,” queen Miranda blinked her eyes, and they appeared within the dead if the forest. Queen Miranda thanks to magic produces small sizes of flies, and she pushes them to Jessica ears. They make the buzzing sounds at her ears and Jessica keeps waving them off, but they won't listen to her.

I continued playing another video showing her coaxing and teaching Jasmine how to frame Cedric for sexual assault. There were tears in her eyes as she pulled Jasmine into her arms and said, "Jazzy, a very evil man just became your dad's boss at work, and he's planning to frame your dad for something bad. If the evil man succeeds, your dad will be arrested and thrown into jail. "You're the only one who can save your dad now. Go with your dad to the evil boss' birthday party tomorrow. Then, when the evil boss is drunk, take off your clothes and sit on him. Make sure you leave some saliva on him as evidence."

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Not until one final punch sends me crashing through Mira's glass table, smashing it to pieces. Only then does he stop. When I'm down and can't get up. When Mira screams for her precious table. When Cielo gives me one final kick in the gut before my mother, who has been woken up by the commotion, comes running over. Frantic, she drops to her knees in shards of sharp glass to touch me, hold me, to tell me she's there. "I want the glass cleaned up before you go to bed, Esmerelda," Mira snaps. "And repairs on Cielo's door will come out of your salary."

She turned—just in time to see Becca and Max racing toward her. “Becca,” Mira choked, stumbling forward. The two women embraced fiercely, holding each other like survivors from a wild battle. “You’re okay,” Becca whispered. “I could say the same,” Mira replied, voice breaking. Max’s eyes darted toward the beast, still pacing at the far end. “What the hell is that?” Becca followed his gaze—and froze. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the monster, and then her eyes fell on Desmond and Seraphina. Her voice went hollow.

Miranda venomously whispers and nods at the witch. "Make sure she doesn't come back. I took out the repellent on most of the dorms. You can call your people" Miranda says and a satisfied smirk stretches on her lips.