Mother Miranda Face Novels & Stories

Miranda suddenly says, pointing accusing fingers at me and Daniel. "What are you saying?" I gasped in surprise. The policemen approach me and try to cuff my hands. "What the heck do you think you are doing? I'm her mother!" I yell. "Sweetie, I'm your mother," I say, desperately trying to reach out to Miranda to at least hold her in my arms even for a minute. But then she takes a step back. "I don't have a mother. My guardian is her," she said, pointing at Isabelle who had just stepped out of the nearly invisible room.

She asked her confusedly as her frown deepened. The woman gazed at her confusedly. You don't know? She asked wonder written on her face. Not wanting to waste more time, I stood up and walked closer to them. "Thank you madam for your help" we would take our Leave now" I said and she frowned. "She has amnesia and thus, can not remember anything except her name" I said wanting to clear her curiosity. Oh! She exclaimed and stared at Melissa pitifully. "My poor child" she exclaimed pulling her to a hug as tears trickled down her cheek.

she said slightly like a whisper but even Nate could hear it since he was close enough. She withdraw her hand from Nate's and touched her belly, hoping to get some sort of sign she is not in a dream. She can't still believe she's going to be a mother. She caress her stomach while she smiled, the tear of joy dripping down her face. It was clear she was already developing motherly feeling for her unborn child already. Then Nate could see the smile on her face fade away slowly " What's the problem Paige?" Nate asked even if she change the sad expression fast, he would never miss that little change.

Chapter 8 "You know, Camila, I'm really glad to have you here. Ever since Damian proposed the idea of you marrying one of our sons, I couldn’t help but feel overjoyed," Mrs. Miranda said, her voice warm and eyes shimmering with both nostalgia and joy. "To be honest, I know what we did to you in the past wasn’t fair—taking Adrian away like that."

she whispered. Alaina remained silent, continuing to gaze at her grandmother as if trying to find honesty in her eyes. "Do you trust me, okay?" Miranda asked. "This is for your mom's good... And while you're away from her, we'll spend time together often, playing, doing things you like so you won't be sad," she smiled reassuringly. Alaina stayed quiet, turning her face away, and looking at her mother who was crying on the sofa.

In the end, they lost their patience and went to get the key. “Anna, stop sulking already!” Mom said. “You’re the one in the wrong here. Are you seriously throwing a tantrum?” Dad added. There was a sharp click, and the door swung open. At that moment, fireworks burst across the sky outside. The dazzling light washed over their faces. Looking at my body on the bed, all anger instantly drained from their faces, leaving only shock and disbelief behind.

"Then get married and get me a grandchild! I'm sick of this Celebrity and paparazzi hullabaloo! I don't have anyone else after you and I want to be a grandmother soon!" Oh well, Hello. Did everyone forget she was standing right next to them with a tray in hand? Maria thought, partially enjoying the drama she wasn't quite sure she should be. So, Jones Jackson had a mildly obstreperous mother who was desperate for a grandchild but was unsure of her son's sexuality, the kinds of deets Netizens would love to chew on.

Maybe she should color her hair red so she could pretend to be Ariel at the beach. Or not. Daddy loved her blonde hair. "Hi!" she smiled at the little kid who was staring at her, saying hi as he kept on staring at her face. She was slowly getting freaked as a minute passed and he was still staring. "You're pretty." was all he said before he ran away, maybe to his mom. Madie giggled again. She was so happy today. Aside from her Daddy's surprise, she was even complimented by a little baby. She was so glad.

She had only come to see Derrick's mother, and now Larry's sister had attacked her. As Miranda settled on one of the dining chairs beside Oliver, Rita noticed that Miranda's face looked red because she was sitting across from her. "Auntie, your face is red? Did you see it?" Rita asked, and Miranda nodded. "Yes, I will apply ice on it. Don't worry, it will go away," Miranda smiled at Rita, who smiled back. The maids working in the mansion happily served Miranda and the three kids their lunch, knowing that Miranda was Oliver's mother.

“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