Priceless Miranda Silver Novels & Stories

I said. Petra sat with the question for a moment. Then she started talking. Mira had been organized. Not visibly—her desk was never tidy; her papers were in piles that appeared chaotic and were sorted by a system only she could read. But her mind was organized in the specific way of people who needed external space to be generative and internal space to be ordered. She kept two notebooks. One for what she was working on. One for what she was thinking about. She never mixed them.

She rode forward. She was thirty-three years old and she was the Luna of Raven Pack and she was a Vessel Prime and a wife and a mother and a practitioner and a daughter who had found her mother and a girl who had survived being called cursed. She was all of these simultaneously, all of equal weight, none of them the version of her at the expense of any of the others. She was Miranda. She was going home. The road was long and warm and she rode it toward everything that was still ahead of her, which was considerable, which was exactly right.

then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.

she taunts as she reaches her hand out towards him. “Careful,” Rick cautions. Miranda continues to stare at the man in front of her, “He cannot do any harm. Isn’t that right Carlos? The silver is hindering all your abilities,” she says with a smirk as she touches his hand. He screams as if burning, but Miranda simply holds on tighter.

Everyone discusses their problems and suggests new amendments to laws and all other stuff. I poured myself a drink and stood on the balcony shirtless. I could see palace towers from here. Maybe I was looking at houses, roads, and towers but my mind wandered around those beautiful blue eyes and that smile worth billions. I was trying my best to get her out of my mind. This fucking mate bond was getting on my nerves. I didn't expect that I would meet her again. Meeting her at Silver Corporation last week was completely unexpected. She was from Grey Lake, the second largest pack in the country, and precisely from the Silver family. I saw how excited she was to meet me. I saw a luminescent smile

“ Don't ever give up on me, or our friendship Miranda. We are best friends and we'll always be together. Our friendship is set on a rock which cannot be shaken. Though it may look like it has been shaken at some point, I assure you, it'll only get stronger. ” “ You've always doubted yourself, Miranda. But I want you to know that you are more priceless than red diamonds. ” [ A/N : Red diamonds are said to be the most expensive type of diamond in the world with a karat costing about $one million. ] His words have never stopped ringing in my head. “ No matter how long it'll take, Jose. I'll wait for you. ” I closed my eyes, as I held the silver locket close to my heart. Then, I kept it back in

Miranda's feelings, it will never reach a mage like Nozumo. "Here," he uttered, handing her a pouch of golden coins. "Is it enough for answering my question?" Miranda stares at the bag and then shifted her gaze at him. "I did that for free, honey. I have no motive for a pouch of gold." "But for a crystal, is it?" "Could be." She plasters a fake smirk to satisfy the mage. "Next time you should bring me flowers." "But you are not dead. I only bring flowers for the dead."