Mei Er Mei Novels & Stories

The patio was huge and the view was astounding. Mrs Chen Mei was sitting on the benches near the rear end of the patio. She stood abruptly after sensing her presence, her movment was fluid. It reminded her the strike of cobra. So still in the moment just before the fetal hit was administered. The warnings people gave her were not hoax. She real Mrs chen appeared to be a dangerous woman. "Please come in, hopefully you are settled well in the country. Changing the wholelifestyle for someone takes a big tolls on ones body. "

He was already done packing up when he saw her. “Hello, I’ve never seen you before,“ he smiled. And what a smile it was. The guy was born to be a supermodel. He extended his hand. Suzanne took it and watched her hand disappear in his. His hand was so large. She wondered if everything else about his was large as well. “I’m Suzanne Summers. Your mother sent me here to meet you.” Tom’s eyes narrowed and he dropped the handshake, “Excuse me?” “She’s here with us right now in spirit. She’ll be leaving for the rainbow bridge in 5 days but she wants to say goodbye to you before she leaves for good.”

********** Margret helped Elena set the table for dinner. Arranging each delicacy accordingly on the long, rectangular, glass dining table. It was indeed the best moment to celebrate. Elena was very happy with the news her dad came back with, she couldn’t imagine how her life would be like leaving with Sharon. To her, Sharon was her mother by nature and not by heart and she was replaceable. “Margret, can you finish this up while I go get ready?” Elena asked politely.

So, it's kinda like the same thing in this situation) Emma( Emma is actually my middle name).

"Pay attention. Look ahead and tell me which Sect they belong to." "Ow, you jerk!" Mei rubbed her arm and circled her Ion energy. "Huh?" She caught that Three sent some of her own energy into her. This helped with the trouble she was having walking up the area. Her stamina was not that great still. Her body was not trained like the others. She looked up forcing a smile. "Those over there are from Moon Valley Sect."

Mrs. Samara looked back at her younger sister and asked, "Do you know the young woman that your son is going out to meet?" "Hmm. I do know her. She's our family friend, but Anthony doesn't want to marry her. I heard that Remy is interested in her as well," Mrs. Beatrice said, and her elder sister screamed out, "Oh! That's the lady that Remy was telling me about today. I didn't know her much and can't remember if I had seen her before."

"Mei Ye" was the largest intelligence organization and killer organization on the street, but they would not easily accept the list. However, they had never failed in anything. Therefore, no matter if it was "Mei Ye" or "White Tao", every time they heard the words "Mei Ye", their faces would turn pale as if they had seen the word "Mei Dan". "Don't worry! The company is not a big threat to me for the time being, but the person behind him is the source of everything!"

Megra The afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I sit on the edge of the sofa, watching as my little girl, Mia, bounces around with boundless energy. Her red curls, so much like mine, spring up and down with each leap. Her laughter fills the air—a sweet, innocent sound that momentarily lifts the heavy burden on my heart. It's been two years since she was born, and while my life has been anything but perfect, she is my solace. The only bright spot in a world that has grown increasingly dark.

Then it runs. Just like I did earlier. The stranger exhales and slowly turns toward me. Our eyes meet. And everything inside me stops. His golden gaze softens, like he’s seeing something impossible. Something lost. Something returned. His lips part. “Luna.” My heart stutters. That’s not the name people at school use. That’s my real name. The one from before. Before the river. Before the blood. Before the missing memories. I step back. “How do you know me?”

Meya had her head on his shoulder with the diaper on, breathing softly as her tiny hands twitched at Ollie's chest. Did I mention that I chose her name? Meya was - like Eric's name - of Scandinavian origin and meant 'beloved'. And in this cursed moment I felt that nothing could fit more. Because Ollie was sleeping too. With his head tilted back, his lips slightly parted and his arms wrapped around her petite body, as if he wanted to protect her at all costs. They both looked so calm and defenseless. So innocently.