Mother Miranda Face Novels & Stories

I grabbed a nude purse from my closet placing my lipgloss, a peppermint, some cash, three bubble gum which I usually carry and I was done. I came out of the closet and I heard gasps coming from the people in the room. "Wow mommy you look beautiful". Emma was the first to speak. "Oh my world, Liz we did a great job making your momma look good. Anna said with her eyes wide. "Yes, we did. We make a great team don't you think?." Liz said doing the fist bump with her aunt. l looked at Damien. " Mom you look gorgeous, Alex doesn't even know what he's gotten himself into". He said proudly.

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

Why would a stranger request her to be found. " She's not just my mother Marina,she is our mother." Martina declared. Her words making Terry's eyes to almost pop out while Marina remained unfazed. " Nice try but don't you think you are being absurd. My mother is no more." Marina replied, her lips stretching to w thin line to show that she was annoyed. " Are you sure that Lady is your mother?" Martina shot back, looking at Marina challengingly. Seeing the provocative look casted to her, even she started to falter.

The blow to my dad’s face left him frozen. He only snapped out of it after the crowd gasped, and the guilt in his eyes gradually turned into rage. “Beatrice, what are you doing? Have I been too lenient with you and your mother?” Seeing his reaction, Tarni smugly stepped forward and draped her arm around his shoulder. “Dad, it’s her, your mistress’s daughter! Not only did she hit me and my brothers, but she even laid a hand on Mom!”

"You're shaking." "Just tired. It was a long night." That fake smile again, she sucked in air. "Believe me, Mother. Everything's fine." Miranda held her gaze for another moment, then turned and walked toward her bedroom. "If you say so." She paused at the doorway. "Remember, everything stays according to plan. I trust you've already sent the pictures and videos to that spoiled brat?"

I was really excited, I was already thinking of a way to make my mum let go of the hatred she harbors towards Miranda but then the moon goddess already solved my problem. With a satisfied smile, I went closer to Miranda's bed. I place her hair behind her ears to get a clear view of her face I must admit she was quite beautiful. “Miranda my mummy doesn’t hate you anymore, the only thing remaining is for you to buckle up ,stand back and then shift, so we can be mates.” She wasn’t listening yet I still spoke. I continued saying words to her, even though I knew she wasn’t listening, I stopped when I was tired and ended up sleeping in her room.

Why did he stare at her and even had to stop her? Something he had never done. She had heard that among all ladies he had dealt with, he never had a second talk with them but why did he have to feel curious about her? She wondered and rubbed her head slightly. All these while, Beauty had dropped her spoon and was staring at her mother also. “ Mommy, what is wrong?” She asked, with beads of worried lines on her forehead. Kia nodded in affirmative even though he felt slightly annoyed that Beauty had beaten him to it.

I’ll be your daughter. But where the camera couldn’t capture, Mom gave me a meaningful smile. I struggled desperately, trying to expose her true face. However, my mouth had already been tightly stuffed with cloth. I couldn’t say a single word. Amid the excited shouts of the crowd, the execution began. The blade cut into my skin without hesitation. The pain was so intense that I nearly blacked out. Seeing this, Mom pretended to be kind and suggested to the judge. “Your Honor, although Matilda has made mistakes, she is still my daughter.

Every possible way he could reach me, I cut it all off in one go. 12 years of love and desperate efforts to please him were completely wiped out at that moment. Back in the hospital room, I dug through my suitcase for the ebony cross Mom had left me. Once found, I fastened it around my neck. … At 3:00 pm, Marco Fabbri pushed open the door and entered. He had been one of Mom's most loyal subordinates back in the day and had kept a quiet watch over me all these years. Whenever Elena tormented me or the family pushed me aside, he would somehow find a way to offer a helping hand in secret.

A few minutes later, a woman who looked much older than the last time they met walked up to her and sat down opposite her. "Get me out of here," the woman demanded. "How did you get caught, Ma? Didn't I tell you to play nice?" Jennifer complained. The woman, Miranda, growled angrily and hit the table hard. "It's all because of that damn kid! She blocked all my cards and accounts out of the blue. Look at my hand! That bitch stepped on it until it hurt," Miranda screamed with fury and bulging eyes. Jennifer was stunned to see the deep scars on her mother's right palm. Did Elena really do it?