Novel & Cerita Monster Prom Miranda

“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

Sika, was another one who wasn't there when I came because she had a visitor. Miranda was no different from Sika. Sika looked an awful lot like a Samoan. Her naturally tan skin, her dark eyes, the all black hair and tattoos said it all. Miranda was Latina. Your typical feisty Latina. She had long brown hair, pretty eyes but with a dangerous look planted on her face, letting you know, you shouldn't mess with her. Both of them actually.

Isaiah congratulated her in a deliberately serious manner. Miranda rubbed her chin as she pondered, "The director didn't reveal the sponsor's dentity though. Well, they must be someone with excellent taste and vision! Someone who's really, really handsome!" Isaiah smiled slightly, "You think so?” "Of course!" Miranda was already acting protective. She suddenly thought of something, "I'll be filming in the day for most of the time, and I may have some scenes to film at night as well. What will happen to Brian?"

“Mice try Miranda, I see why they call you the great and mighty now.” “I honestly don't know what you're talking about miss…?” “Tina.” “Ah, what a nice name, I like that name,” Miranda said moving and then stopped because the more she moved, the quicker the quicksand sucked her in. “So Tina, tell me more about how you found my spells, but wait before that, a quick question. Is this all the stun you could pull, I mean this thing doesn't look like it's up to a meter.” Miranda said with a chuckle.

Miranda also changed her form, turning back into a beautiful Miranda to match her side with the King. "Now, Edmund, you know what your goal is, don't you?" asked Miranda in her trademark spoiled tone. "Get my revenge on Edwig," replied Edmund dryly. "What a smart boy. Together, we are invincible. You can do that nonsense revenge you've always wanted…” Miranda looked at the man who was still sleeping peacefully in the glass case with a sweet smile. "And I will have my happy ending." ***

"Are you seriously saying this to me? Are you trying to tell me that all the promises you made to me about becoming your Luna were all lies?" I asked, feeling bitter as I tried to control the tears. I waited for him to respond but he just nodded without feeling defensive at all. "Please spare me those pity tears, wasn't it obvious or are you being blind?" He sneered. "Just take a look at Mira, she isn't an omega, and she has a strong wolf, so definitely she will be my Luna" he added.

She rode forward. She was thirty-three years old and she was the Luna of Raven Pack and she was a Vessel Prime and a wife and a mother and a practitioner and a daughter who had found her mother and a girl who had survived being called cursed. She was all of these simultaneously, all of equal weight, none of them the version of her at the expense of any of the others. She was Miranda. She was going home. The road was long and warm and she rode it toward everything that was still ahead of her, which was considerable, which was exactly right.

“Who are you and what is your mission here?” Her hands were shaking, sweat dripping from her palm, wetting the chains that bound her, but she’d dared not keep quiet, as this might be her only chance to save her life. “My name is Miranda; I am the daughter of alpha Luther and princess of the Lotus tribe.” He turned to face her then, alpha Damian’s face was one that hardly showed any emotions, but this time, no one missed the hint of surprise he revealed. “Princess Miranda??? You’re alpha Luther’s cub?”

“He is a piece of cake. With his precious wife critically wounded, his emotions will be disoriented. Anger will consume him. And being the kind that explodes in anger, he’ll find every possible way to fight back… and that… will be his doom.” Austin bites his lower lip before his shoulders slump in defeat. He hates to admit Jack has caught him off guard. “By the way,” Jack loosens his legs and leans closer. “Your male fuck-mate said you’re looking for someone. I brought her here.” A gate creaks open somewhere. Footsteps echo as a figure approaches their circle. The light reveals her face. Miranda. She looks lean, one hand missing, with hatred and anger etched across her face, along with a bur

expression emoji. It was a depiction of an ancient beauty, bowing slightly, and it was quite adorable. He couldn’t help but smile as he put his phone down, only to see Robin walking in. “Master, we found out. It’s Miranda.” “Oh!” Benjamin glanced at him, “Expose her scandals.” Robin nodded, “I’ll go do that now.” Fortunately, they had been keeping an eye on Miranda, so they had material to expose now. Robin took a few steps, then suddenly remembered something and turned around, unable to resist asking, “Mr. Schmidt, are you going to stand up for the madam?”