Miranda Monster Prom Novels & Stories

Miranda is determined to prevent the destruction of the Nashville family, refusing to let an ordinary maid dictate their fate. With a forced smile adorning her face, Miranda navigates through the crowd of guests, searching for Melissa. She intends to use Melissa as a pawn in her scheme to disrupt Nora and Terry's relationship. As she ascends the stairs, her steps measured and purposeful, she can't help but wonder about the noises emanating from Jay Nashville's room.

But the hallway was empty, and there was no indication of any kind of disturbance. Miranda paused in front of the princess's door, her hand hovering over the handle. The growling noise was getting louder, and she could hear the sound of something scratching at the door. Her heart started to race, and she felt a knot forming in her stomach. This wasn't what she had signed up for. She had been told to take care of the princess, not deal with some kind of monster. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan. She could turn around and leave, but that would mean abandoning her duties. She could call for help, but that would mean admitting her own weakness. Or she could open the door and fa

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.

she took out the mirror she had stuffed in the bag this morning, just looking at the bag annoyed her a bit, it reminded her of Zain, ' she was going to pay him back for the dress, shoes and bag ' she promised herself she looked at her face one more time, her hair was still neatly packed, she brought out the lip gloss and applied it again, she stuffed the mirror and lip gloss back into the bag, and she checked the documents in her hands if there were complete, Zain had given her this piece of paper saying it was her CV, it contained her basic information and the job she did previously, it also stated that she had worked before delivering milk, which was true, she had helped Mrs Whitney delive

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."

The night did not fall so much as it was consumed. By midnight, the sky above the fortress had been bleached of starlight, replaced by the sickly, rhythmic pulsing of violet and jagged crimson light. The witches had arrived not with an army of steel, but with a chorus of dissonance that made the very air turn brittle.

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.