Novel & Cerita Mei Mei X Miriam

She still had to return to Howlpeak to stand guard. Just as she was about to step out of the area, she saw her parents hurrying toward her in a panic. When Bryan saw her, he said, "Finally! Come home with us now." He reached out to grab her hand, but she flung it away. "If you have something to say, say it here." Miriam was on the verge of tears. "Sera, Layla… was punished terribly by the Moon Goddess. She's at Death's door. Only Ember Rebirth can save her now!"

“Mia, my real name isn’t Mimi Gormes. It’s… Emilia De La Vega.” Mia blinked, taken aback for a moment before a sarcastic smile tugged at her lips. “That’s it? You think I care about your name? Mimi, I’ve been calling you by a nickname for years. I don’t care if your last name is Gormes, De La Vega, or Smith.” Mimi looked anything but relieved. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “It’s not just my name, Mia. It’s everything that comes with it.”

"Sister Mira is ready!" . . . _________________________

“Sei tutto per me, Amore mio.” As we sat there, enveloped in the warmth of our conversation, the weight of each name settled upon us. Isabella, with its timeless elegance. Gia, with its vibrant energy. And Mireya, with its profound sense of wonder and gratitude. Each name held its own allure, but it was Mireya that resonated deeply within our souls. We remained there, just holding each other in silence as we were driven home, knowing that we had found the name that encapsulated the essence of our journey. Mireya—it became the symbol of the extraordinary love that brought us together, the love that now created a new life.

He was always saying things in my favour since this meeting commenced, but I wasn't prepared for what he said next. " She has to be here because the marriage is between Liam and Emilia my dear." Mr Richard says. Wait, what!

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

" You should really calm down Micage. It's not as easy as you think and besides they were the ones who opposed the idea of cleaning their room, they said they didn't want anyone intruding into their privacy for a while that they even refused to eat so we aren't at fault here," Miriam and Jessy were the only ones who were permitted to refer to me by my actual name because they were the maid's head and that means they were also responsible for the mistakes whatever the maids committed. Miriam in particular was more than just an employer to me. There was a little history we had in the past before I met Delilah. Too bad for her, Miriam got rejected by her mate or rather she forced the rejection

I heard her say before realizing I had spoken aloud. "I'm betrothed, Miriam, to Celeste. She's the Princess of the Air kingdom." "I know who she is." Miriam replied, waving her had as if to dismiss what I had said. "I'm betrothed as well, but Kira led me to understand that we could break those engagements if we decided to accept each other."

We learn from them and from our mistakes; we learn from everything. ​Vareen Meira is one hell of a lucky and unlucky woman. And this is their story. Trinity plus one, lol!

Zayn interrupted. The surprise look on Miriam's face was evident. “Why should I quit. I already swore to serve you and your parents till the day I go to meet my creator.” “Well you're no longer working for them right, you're now working under me. And I said you will no longer stress yourself, not under my watch.” “I'd love to stop, but if you know me too well. You will know I hate idling around.” she said weakly. I nudged at Zayn and signaled to him to leave the room which he reluctantly agreed to. I breathed in and turned to face Miriam.