Mother Miranda Face Novels & Stories

"Medic! Get over here!" I didn't stop to catch my breath. I pointed toward the valve. "Miranda's going for the main valve! Stop her!" Several furious residents heard me. They grabbed pipes and shovels and charged in. Miranda had already reached the valve. She twisted her face into a grin and reached for it. "Stop!" A mother who had lost her child lunged forward, grabbing Miranda by the hair and slamming her to the ground. "You killed my son, and now you want to kill everyone else, too?"

She really did not understand what her mother meant but she decided not to ask further. Regina wondered how this revelation would affect Mira, fearing that it might cause her pain and confusion. But then, unexpectedly, Mira's face lit up with a small smile that defied Regina's expectations. "It's okay, Mum," she said, her voice filled with resilience. "I have you and Uncle Hills, and that's more than enough. You both love me, and that's what really matters."

“Mom, why aren’t you healing yourself?” Peaches’s eyeballs barely moved as they took in the contour of Miranda’s face. “Nigel, my sweet boy, is it really you?” Her voice was frail and cracked. “Yes, mother, it’s me,” Miranda said as tears streamed down her face. “You can heal yourself now. Please.” “Are you really OK?” “Yes I am, look.” Miranda took off the shirt and showed Peaches her back. “See, it’s a little red, but I have no scars.”

The woman’s fake smile dropped instantly, her expression hardening. “Watch your mouth, little girl,” she snapped. “You should be ashamed, your mother’s already done enough to embarrass you all over the internet.” Mira blinked, confusion and anger flashing across her face. “You don’t talk about my mommy!” she shouted back, voice trembling. The woman sneered. “Maybe your mommy should’ve thought about that before...” “Hey!” Milo barked, stepping forward. His small voice was sharp, brave. “Don’t talk to her like that!”

Scared. "SHUT YOUR LYING MOUTH!" Miranda's hand shoots out and grabs my arm. Her nails dig in so hard I feel skin break. "I SAW HIS FACE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DID? YOU DESTROYED HIS FACE!" Tears are streaming down her cheeks now but her expression is pure hatred. "Those scratchesthe medic said they'll SCAR PERMANENTLY! My beautiful boy will carry those marks for the rest of his life because of you! BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Smiling, he said, “Miranda.” Miranda then approached Zoe, her voice gentle and soothing. “Madam, when I was three years old, my mother passed away. I know the pain of losing a mother all too well. I imagine that losing a daughter must be just as heartbreaking. I understand your feelings, but I am not your daughter Jenny. You have mistaken me for someone else.”

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 said smiling. " whatever " I groaned and she chuckled before taking a bite of her sorry excuse of ice cream. " I win and you know it " she said batting her eyelashes at me in triumph. " ohh hogwash " I wave and smile. " so how are things with Miranda? " I said looking at her. " I'd appreciate it if you don't call my mum that when we are together. It makes me feel like you guys are fucking behind my back " she cringed and scrunched up her nose in disgust.

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

They were not ones to be trifled with. "Greetings, I am Cassie Anderson Clark, Luna of the Blue Moon Pack," I welcomed them with a smile, showing I was not intimidated. Letitia, far from the rumors of being an ugly, creepy old lady who eats young men, was a beautiful flower that stood out the most. Her perfect shade of light blue hair and eyes as violent as imagined darkness, coupled with her stature and presence, spoke volumes. "It is our pleasure to meet and welcome this hearty person," Alpha Red said without a smile, confirming the rumor that he only smiled upon his Luna. A peculiar man with so much loyalty.