Mother Miranda Face Novels & Stories

Miranda’s mother replies. My mother gasps, “It is his time. It is him or your mate. What do you wish to happen?” Miranda’s mother demands of my mother. “I want my mate,” she replies quickly. Miranda’s mother nods turning away to watch her daughter at work. I see Miranda fall slightly into Rick’s arms.

Maya replied with a straight face. " How can you be so sure?" Uncle Damian asked, cocking his brow as he looked at Maya, crossing his arms over his chest. " Remember you once told me about your life and mate. It's her right? Killian and Sebastian's mother, Luna Miranda?" Maya probed. " I don't know what you are talking about." Uncle Damian feigned ignorance but Maya wasn't going to let the matter off.

Talay explained the situation to his mother. “You did the correct job, son. The Lord is depressed right now. Give him a night, he will come along shortly. And,” Talay’s mother turned to face Miranda. “Young lady, welcome to our house.” The old woman welcomed her warmly. However, Miranda’s mind was stuck on something she had uttered. “Ho-How?" She stammered. Talay chuckled seeing her muddled face. “Lady Miranda, my mother has keen eyes. She recognized you the moment she saw you.”

The only way was to get the answers from Miranda. “My mother’s boyfriend and my dad,” she confessed. When Caddaric withdrew his hand, her jaw felt locked and so painful, she couldn’t move her mouth. “Why?” He asked her. She couldn’t answer because her mouth wouldn’t move. It felt heavy and painful, she was shedding tears. When Caddaric realized where the problem lay, he wanted to help her to get the rest of the information but Miranda was afraid and kept moving away.

We almost forgot that his materials were approved by the Moore Estates, so he had a lot of things to process given that Gray seemed to be furious at his presence. I did not know about that guy. What was making him hate the man when Landon was genuine? Damn, Gray Moore. “Ma’am, your mom is calling you through video call. Are you gonna take the call?” Miranda, who had been with me since Landon and I talked walked toward me. She presented me with a tablet that showed my mother’s contact name. Raising my brow, I took the tablet from her hand and clicked the green button, answering the call.

Either way I am glad they finally understand I am not going anywhere. “Mom, Miranda is here. She’s helping with the case,” I share with my mom. Clapping her hands together, “Oh I can’t wait to see that sweet girl, how is she?” my mom asks. As if by magic, oh wait it is magic, Miranda “pops” into the room. “Did I hear my name mentioned?” Miranda asks. Mary screamed in shock, but once we calmed her down, she realized Miranda was a good witch.

My mother asked amicably, gently brushing past me with her shoulder as she walked up to Mrs Miranda and embraced her. What's going on? I walked up to them as they broke the hug. "You know Mrs Miranda, mom?" I asked my mother. "Yes," my mom said. To Mrs Miranda. "Coming into the cafe?" Mrs Miranda opened her mouth to talk but closed it as her phone beeped in her grasp. "Excuse me," she said and stared down at the screen of her phone, probably reading a message. "Um, I got to go now, Madlyn," she said to my mom, lifting up her gaze to her.

the mother-in-law yelled. "I can’t, I just can't." Miranda was spiteful. Slap! Miranda was slapped across her face. The mother-in-law pointed at Miranda angrily and yelled, "Do you want me to die from anger?" Miranda held her face while looking at her mother in disbelief. "You hit me. You actually hit me." Instantly, Miranda ran outside and disappeared within the night. "Miranda." Madison, who just exited the bathroom, coincidentally saw what happened. She rushed towards Miranda and yelled but was ignored.

“She is here! Why the hell is she allowed to be here after releasing those fake, edited videos online? After completely tarnishing our image and our family names?!” As she spoke, her raw, unchecked anger rode over her in massive waves, probably because both Liam and I just stood there, keeping our calm, mocking smiles firmly in place. The sight of our amusement must have completely snapped her remaining sanity, because she marched right up to us, her eyes wild as she looked between my brother and me. When I caught her eye, I casually winked at her. That was the breaking point. Miranda raised her hand high into the air, swinging it down to slam a slap across my face.

“ It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mrs. West.” “Oh, none of that ‘Mrs. West’ business,” Miranda chided gently, pulling Charisa into a hug as well. “Call me Miranda, or better yet, Mom. Any friend of Hazel’s is family to me.” Charisa grinned widely, returning the hug. “Thank you, Mom.” Miranda stepped back and looked at both of us, her face a mixture of pride and something deeper, almost like a sense of completion. “You two... you’re like a breath of fresh air in this house. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”