Miranda Monster Prom Novels & Stories

Literally, the California town looked like it had been snowed under – but with spider webs. That’s what the glass terrariums looked like, but on a smaller scale. “Oh my God…” I whispered, gazing around me in terror. Suddenly the door opened, and there she was. Miranda. She wore a long white dress, appropriate for a fancy party on the beach – or a yacht. Clingy fabric, sleeveless, with a top held up by a single loop of cloth around her neck. A gold metallic belt was cinched around her waist. She looked like a Bond girl. Or a Bond villain, what with all the spiders. Or both.

My fading vision finally caught a glimpse of his face in the reflection of the hallway window. The monster himself. But that was somehow the least of my shock. Because a second later, another figure stepped out from the shadows of the adjacent room. “When are we killing them?” Mira purred. She casually stepped over Evelyn’s unconscious body, walked right up to the monster, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply on the lips. My stomach violently revolted. “Soon, my sweet,” the monster replied, pulling back from her with a wicked, sickening grin. “Soon.”

‘I just want to go to sleep, so I can start the day fresh and Prissy Pants free. ‘Sounds like an excellent plan,’ Taurus replied as he nodded off to sleep. Meanwhile, Miranda's parents were worried sick. They were this close to calling the police when Miranda burst into the house, dripping wet. She explained to them she and a couple of her classmates went hiking and got trapped in the storm and had to shelter in a cave until it cleared up. Her mother was adamant about taking her to the doctor, but she assured her she was OK.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

Also, she will always be grateful to him. "She should have thought of that before coming here," a customer said in anger. At this point, the green pearl was struggling to take over, and Emily hated that she was not with her brown leather scarf. Should she lose control, everyone would see that she is the monster that the pack is looking for. "Yes, I could tell that she has been looking for a means to escape without having to pay," another concurred. "Sir... sir... kind mister, I promise to pay by the end of the month. I will receive my paycheck, and I will bring it over immediately," she pleaded in tears.

Ezabella Viper... After Ella, Cilvia, and I prepared for lunch, we waited for the ladies to arrive in the living room while keeping her kids company. Once the ladies of the web started showing up, Ella told Dalinda to take her kids to their room. We waited for all of the ladies to arrive before we moved to the dining room for lunch. The last ladies to arrive at the mansion were Piper and Helena Fimbar, and that was when the gathering turned into an observation game where everyone had their eyes on the two Fimbar ladies and their interaction with each other.

Then, she added, "My dad and I aren't home tonight. We made dinner. You can just go in and heat it up in the microwave." Paul replied, "Where did you guys go?" Miranda sent him a location pin at Yallaby Lake International Convention Center, Harland District. Paul asked, "What are you two there for?" Miranda answered, "The opening ceremony for the Elgerson International Film Festival is tonight." Paul froze for a moment. Only then did he remember that apart from Mindy's studies in Luridge College, she had come to Elgerson to attend the film festival. Sure enough, Miranda replied, "My dad and I are here to watch my mom walk the red carpet. I've got to go. It's about to start!"

“I promise…I promise I won’t go close to him again!” “Shut up!” Miranda snapped, her face twisting with a dark, almost manic glee. “Let me tell you something. I’m having fun making you suffer because you’re a terrible person. I will do anything I want to you, and no one—I mean no one—is going to save you.”

Just as she was about to push the door open, a nurse beat her to it, opening it wide. “Oh. Hello Miss Monk.” Miranda's ears perked. Even while sick, the old woman’s senses were still sharp. “Is that my prodigal granddaughter over there?” Victoria rolled her eyes playfully and stepped into the room. "Yes. I've arrived." She spread her arms out like she was taking a bow. "You can relax now." Miranda Monk was sitting up against her pillows with a crossword puzzle book open on her lap and reading glasses perched at the very end of her nose.

She is truly a beautiful woman from her feet to her perfectly coifed blonde pixie haircut. Men fall over themselves for her beauty, but they fear the odd hue of blue muted purple of her eyes. “Do you have a problem with backup Aiden?" Mirasol asks as a swirl of smoke plays around her head. “Every job you’re on, you insist on going it alone. Even with a great girl like Camille backing you,” she says angrily.