Novels by Miriam Remi

As Ella walked out of the mansion, she felt the happiness within her was gone. Of course, Richard had been the only happiness she had after her mother but now, he is with someone else.While dragging her suitcase with her, her phone rang out. When she answered it and heard Jessica's voice, tears started rolling down her face.After facing a lot of humiliation from the man she loved, she could hold herself longer after hearing Jessica's voice. She choked up and said, “Jessica”“Hey girl, what is the matter with your voice?”“I just got divorced! Richard just divorce me” Ella rushes her words. Having someone to ask her about what happened to her makes her lose more control of herself.“Oh dear, I wanted to call you for something important but it seems you are not in the right mind to hear that”Ella faltered “What are you talking about?”“ I'm not in the hospital, so I'm free for today. Let me pick you up, just tell me where you are” Jessica responded.Ella sniffed and was about to resp

“What do you have to say after causing such a disaster?” Julianna demanded in anger.Ella held her red cheeks and watched as Richard passed her to sweep Sophie in his arms. He happened to see the brown envelope Ella was holding.Richard stared at it for a while longer. “Is this envelope related to what she wanted to say last night? What could it be?“Babe!” Richard returned to his senses and asked Sophie slowly. “Are you Okay?”“I'm not sure, my back is aching” Sophie pretended to be in pain.Richard placed her gently on the couch and turned to Ella. “Apologize to Sophie”The ache in Ella's heart deepened until she grew numb. She said hoarsely, “Apologize?”“That shouldn't be a question. Of course, you know the right thing to do after hurting someone. Do you know how precious she is?” Richard snarled.Ella could see the care look in Richard's eyes. It seems all those feelings Richard had shown her in their marriage are all fake. Even a strand of hair on Sophie's head was more importa

A hint of mockery flashed in the lady's eyes as she glared at Ella. She locks hands with Richard and places her head on his shoulder.Ella was shocked to see Richard smile at her, but she was persistent and shrugged off the unhealthy thought that came to her mind. She makes herself believe the lady might be Richard's relative.Ella covers her face with a smile. “Hi”Before she could finish, the beautiful young lady ignored her and called out to a maid. “I don't love the color of those curtains, they are hideous and so is the couch. I want you to make a change instantly, and I'm pretty sure the same thing will be in the bedroom. I will be happy if you can change every single thing, and make remember to change it to the brand I like”Ella watched as this so-called “guest” criticized every corner of her matrimonial home. The thought she had about her being Richard's younger sister fainted instantly, she only had that idea because she still trusted Richard. But now that the guest is getti

Ella placed a trembling hand over her belly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did I… do something wrong?”Richard sighed, his expression impassive. “You did nothing, Ella.” His voice was cold, distant. “I just don’t want to continue this marriage.”He turned, ready to leave, but then hesitated. Without meeting her eyes, he asked, “You said you had something to tell me. What was it?”Ella’s throat tightened. How could she possibly tell him about the baby now? The words clung to her tongue, refusing to leave.She forced a weak smile, masking her heartbreak. “It’s nothing important anymore.”Richard barely reacted. “If you say so.”And with that, he walked away.Ella watched as his figure disappeared down the hall. She tilted her head back, willing the tears to stay in, but they defied her, spilling down her cheeks. His words echoed in her mind, each syllable slicing through her like a blade.Her gaze drifted to the beautifully arranged dinner table. The meal she had poured her heart i

A cool breeze brushed against Ella’s face as she stepped into the hospital. The scent of antiseptic filled the air, but she had long grown used to it.The moment she reached the reception desk, a familiar voice called out cheerfully.“Miss Ella, welcome!” Carla greeted her with a wide smile. She always looked forward to Ella’s visits not just because she liked her, but because Ella never arrived empty-handed.Ella returned the smile and set her bag down in front of Carla. “Look at you, Carla! Always glowing. Is my friend in her office?”“You're in luck! She doesn’t have any appointments right now, so you’re free to go in.”“Of course, I’m the luckiest person to have a doctor as my best friend.” Ella handed Carla a small package. “This is for you.”“Thank you so much, ma’am!” Carla beamed, watching as Ella chuckled and made her way toward Jessica’s office.At the door, Ella knocked gently and waited.“Come in!” Jessica’s voice called out.The moment Ella stepped inside, Jessica's face

AvaThe map room hadn't changed. That was the first thing that struck me as I entered the room. The iron cabinet stood against the far wall. The old maps were pinned up as they always had been. The books still took up residence on the shelves. The table still bore the scars of past work. The little dents and scratches were all there, testament to a room that had seen its share of people trying to make sense of the world. Nothing had changed. And yet, everything had. The first time I stood in this room, I was afraid of what the future would bring. Now I sat at this table, with my daughter studying at one side. It was still hard to believe at times. Milrac sat across from me, scanning reports. I read through the latest archive updates. We said little, and yet, that was fine. There was an ease between us that had been forged over decades of knowing when to speak and when to let the silence stand. The room was not empty. It was peaceful. Outside, the Valley Creek continu

AvaThe archive had never been this quiet. It was strange, considering there was more of a turnout than I'd ever seen before. The hall was packed with scholars standing beside students, council members at the front, and families gathered along the wall. Those who spent their lives debating minuscule details sat quietly, patiently even, as they waited for something far greater than their usual disputes. It was all very surreal, but the most surprising part was how quiet the archive was. Not empty and abandoned, but expectant, reverent even. As if whatever was about to happen was something these people understood and respected. I stood at the back of the hall, watching all the preparations take place, and the sight still stole my breath every time. This place, not so long ago, was a vault where information was hidden and forgotten. Where names were erased and rewritten so that certain facts were far harder to stumble upon by accident. Whatever this was, the archive's purpose was th

Milrac I used to believe that important events in my life would announce themselves. A battle. A decision. An action with lasting repercussions. Moments that forced people to act. That demanded careful consideration. That could change literally everything. But I learned with time, that most of life happened outside such moments. That they were only afterwards, often in their wake. That people lived and dealt with the aftermath of significant events in ways that were rarely important or powerful. That was the sort of realisation that made me gaze long into the distance as I walked along Valley Creek. The mountain had ceased to be a place of trials and tests. Not because it had grown weak, and easier to overcome. Because it had changed, because people had changed. They no longer struggled as they used to. Their lives, their existence, had transcended, evolved beyond merely surviving. And I wanted to see their life, to witness their victories and struggles that felt stra

Ava The mountain was waking up in autumn. It was slow. It always woke up in the valley; the first sounds of the day filtered up from the courtyards, the chattering of children clutching schoolbags to their chests as they trod between the buildings, the sound of voices rising and falling in conversation as families walked along with them. Researchers had already started their morning arguments somewhere in the depths of the archive before most people had even finished their breakfasts. Nothing new there. The clinic was opening for the day. The healers were double-checking their schedules, the patients were arriving, reports were being skimmed over during their patrols. Patrols were switching, taking their turns up and down the mountain paths. It was all the usual business, but the feel of it was different. It was a different sort of busyness. Not the frantic business of people getting ready for something terrible to happen. Just the business of people living. Getting on with t

Ava The celebration raged on long after the sun had set. That was something I had learned about happy events. They never ended when they were supposed to. People didn't leave when the agreed-upon time had arrived. They lingered because they wanted to. The Moonlight Pack gardens were a riot of warm lantern light. It was a cool evening, though no one seemed to mind. Families gathered together. Children dashed from table to table. Voices mingled into a single, happy symphony. The music had changed several times. The food had been replenished more than once. Someone had launched into yet another story about Dario, who had finally had enough, declaring it was the last time he would listen to that tale. Nobody had stopped to acknowledge his claim. It was, probably, the first time in his life that Dario was helpless to dictate the course of a meeting, and I had to admit, I didn't blame him in the least. I stood at the periphery of it all, watching people enjoy themselves. I

The first thing that caught my attention when I walked into the Moonlight Pack gathering hall was the noise. Not the music. Not the voices. The laughter. I had heard plenty of that before in this very hall. Voices raised in arguments, warnings, orders, pain, the preparation for battles that never came. But tonight was different. Tonight, instead of arguing, people were happy. Lanterns were hanging from the ceiling, throwing warm shadows on the tables covered in food. Families were chatting, bringing platters of food from the long tables to each other. No one was watching the exits. No one was waiting for the other shoe to drop. No one was speculating which of the guests would betray who else by morning. That was something to celebrate indeed. Dario was right by the entrance, already looking uncomfortable. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was that no one was paying attention to him. He should have been used to it by now. Decades of making the difficult de