Mei Mei X Miriam Novels & Stories

“My name is Miriam. I lost three sons in the fire your father set. You do not get mercy from me.” “I didn’t—” Her hand snaps across my face. Pain flashes white. “You do not speak,” she repeats. I follow her upstairs. The kitchen is huge. Steel counters. Industrial stoves. The smell of bread and old coffee beans. Two younger women work silently. Their faces change when they see me. “This is the Muani girl,” Miriam says. “She cleans.” One of the women snorts. “Poison duty, huh?” “I was dragged here,” I say before I can stop myself. “I didn’t come willingly.”

I say, shielding my face from another slap he wants to deliver. “Leave your fiancée, Kalil. You're blessed that your two fiancées get along,” Miriam intercedes, extending her hand to me. “I hope you're right, or I'll kill her!” he says before sitting back down at the table with the other men. I leave the tent, supported by the woman, who does her best to keep me protected from her own son's fury and the curiosity of the other men. “Miriam, I need Carmen. She has more experience than me when it comes to childbirth,” I say, being supported by her.

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.”

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."

“My name is Nyx and I serve only kings." Dumbfounded and muddled in thoughts, I repeated his name, “Nyx.” “It is done, Luna,” Miriam concludes and walks to the house to be seated with the others. Vance aids me to stand, and tucks his finger under my chin so that I face him, “We will get through this.”

“Miriam? Where are you?” There was no immediate answer, only the sound of the pulse growing louder, more insistent. But then, from the mist, a figure emerged. It was Miriam, but not the twisted version he had seen in the chamber. This was His Miriam, the true Mariam, her eyes filled with fear and desperation. “Ethan, we need to leave here, immediately,” she said, hurrying towards him. “This place has life in it. It’s feeding off our fear, our memories.”

She chided herself and willed her mind to focus on the matter at hand and not on Aaron's enticing lips. "Miram, I'm sorry but you shouldn't have heard this at this time." He said, his voice calm and smooth. He was also looking very collected and unbothered and that seemed to bother Mia a bit. "Explain to me what I just heard, Aaron." Miram yelled and then pointed her hand towards Mia, "that you want to make this low life, your Luna when I am your rightful Luna." She said, mentioning Mia's name with a lot of contempt.