Mother Miranda Face Novels & Stories

"You have enough on your plate without adopting my identity crisis." "You've spent months making sure I had somewhere soft to land in this family." Sora squeezed her hand. "Let me do the same for you. Just this once." Miranda's eyes filled, and she blinked hard, embarrassed, the composure she wore like armor cracking at the edges. "I hate crying," she muttered. "I never cry." "I know. That's how I know this is real." ---

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.

My mom wears a sly smile as she falls beside Joxer,her perfectly polished wine colored nails pointing out. Miranda was the oldest among all her siblings,at fourty seven,she was still looking vibrantly young with her straight black bob hairstyle, cutting sharply just above her shoulders. She looked like someone you'd mistake to be my twenty five year old older sister. She had predative black eyes,non of which I inherited. I looked nothing like my mother,I was rather the spitting image of my father. "How was your date with patrick, darling?"she asked, flashing a smile at me.

“If I don’t want to quell these love feelings as well as relationship of ours, then what will you do to us, Mom?” quipped Virando still with his quite relaxed fashion. “Virando! You…” Queen Miranda really couldn’t finish her utterance due to her practically exploding anger as well as furiousness.

The old lady got up and held Miranda’s face, “You are not alone anymore” Miranda was overwhelmed with emotion and she hugged the old lady, sobbing into her apron. The child that she was carrying, was nothing less than a beautiful blessing.

"Damn it." "What?" She started laughing so hard she nearly dropped the phone entirely. "Oh my God." "What happened?" I leaned over. She shoved the screen toward me. I looked down and immediately covered my face. The internet had been busy. Someone had already edited Miranda's expression next to a bald cartoon character. Another post showed Adriana gripping a lion by the mane with the caption: Hair Removal Specialist. A third had put my face and Miranda's face inside a wrestling ring with a full bracket graphic.

A sudden connection was formed at that moment, and Miranda knew this child was going to be the best gift she received from God. [Ring!] [Ring!!] [Ring!!!] “Hello…” Miranda croaked into the phone, feeling overwhelmed by emotion. She quickly composed herself when she noticed it was Selene. “Okay, madam. I’ll be right there.” Miranda quickly stood up and headed for the ladies room. While in there, she washed her face, allowing the cold water to awaken her senses properly. She then used a wet wipe from her bag to clean the water on her face. It was a good thing she didn’t apply any makeup before stepping out of home. She suddenly looked into the mirror and appreciated the person she saw. Her bus

My mom's gaze softens, and suddenly, my throat feels as parched as the Sahara Desert. "Leia...Hi," Miranda says softly, her voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. I stand up, feeling torn between wanting to run away and wanting to throw my arms around her in a tight hug. My emotions are all over the place. I can't quite figure out where I stand with Miranda. We haven't spoken in a while, and I was mad at her for a long time. But now, with my mom standing beside her, a genuine smile on her face, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.

She nodded slowly, wiping her tears again like she was embarrassed to cry in front of me. There was a quiet knock on the door. I turned. And froze. Miranda stood there, leaning against the doorway with her arms folded, a smirk on her face, wearing her usual expensive outfit and perfectly styled hair… like she didn’t just get mentioned as one of the reasons my childhood was hell. “Well, well, well…” she drawled, her eyes sliding over me slowly. “Long time no see… big sis.” I felt my jaw tighten. My mother covered her mouth in shock while fresh tears rolled down her face.

I can tell kyle's awkward situation as soon as she saw her mother. Miranda's face was heavily baked in makeup and she smiled nervously as soon as she saw me. Her eyes weren't so bright and I wondered what was bothering her. I was not going to be fooled that she had been mourning, knowing Miranda and her capability, she is possibly been bothered by something else. Or maybe it's the quest to kill her daughter that has drained her out. “Do you like your room,” she asked in a gracious tone. “Yes, very much thank you,” I said.