Mei Mei X Miriam Novels & Stories

The woman studied me for a long moment, her expression was unreadable. Then she smiled, but it wasn't a comforting smile. It was the smile of someone who knew terrible things, who had seen darkness and lived to tell about it. "I'm someone who knew your mother," she said quietly. "My name is Miriam. I was your mother's closest friend. I was there the night you were born. It was the night when everything fell apart, when your mother was murdered." "What are you talking about?" I managed to whisper. "What fell apart? My mother died giving birth to me, everyone said so even Xavier said so." Miriam's expression darkened, and she shook her head slowly.

“Who exactly are you two?” “Well, I’m Miriam, Queen of the Fae Kingdoms. That looker over there is my husband, King Aro.” She giggled, jabbing her thumb in the direction of the man leaning against a wall. “You seem to have landed in our home, courtesy of our Goddess.”

For several seconds, she simply stared. Then tears filled her eyes. "It really is you." Her voice trembled. "My little moon..." The words sent a chill through me. She was using the same name my mother had used in her letters. Kael didn't lower his sword. "Who are you?" The old woman slowly lifted both hands where everyone could see them. "My name is Miriam." "I was Elena's healer." Lyra gasped. "Miriam?" The old woman looked at her. "You remember me."

said Aiys quietly. Tahlita eyes immediately bulged at Aiys, "Aiys, Keysa is right, only 10 days Aiys," said Tahlita with emphasis. Aiys didn't want to, "This time," Aiys asked. Tahlita turned her gaze to Melati, "How is it?" he asked. Melati nodded yes. Aiys looked at it all this time, seeing Melati nod. Aiys immediately hugged her two friends, "Thank you," added Aiys.

He looked back and smiled reassuringly. "If she wanted us dead..." "...the tracks would never have brought us here." The woman watched Samuel approach until he was only a few meters away. She held out the lantern. "You've carried guilt for forty years." Samuel said nothing. "You've carried grief for twenty-two." Still, he remained silent. "And today..." She smiled gently. "...you carry hope." Samuel finally spoke. "Who are you?" The woman lowered the lantern. "My name is Miriam." She paused.

"Queenie, this was my superior, Miriam Salvatore." Miriam? The name rang a bell in Queenie's head. Miriam was part of the secret agent and was the one who gave Raphael the order to kill her and her friends. If she wasn't calculating wrongly, the woman had only said so to get her, Queenie, to hasten up with the search for the medicine. "Queenie Knight, I've heard a lot about you." Miriam said, flashing a smile at Queenie. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Salvatore." Queenie replied. The two ladies shook heads before Jessica found her way to Queenie.

Max teased her. Miriam glared at him, “Desperate? Who said anything about being desperate? I came to see Big Brother Spencer because I have missed him.” Max rubbed his jaw knowingly, “Big brother Spencer, huh? You never mentioned that he was your big brother when we spoke about him last time.” “Shut up, Max, and stop being troublesome to me,” Miriam snapped at him as she blushed slightly. I raise my eyebrows in confusion, “Hold on. You guys have been discussing me behind my back?”

Emily snapped furiously. "Okay cool down angry bird. I need your help." Liam said. "Go on," "As you already know, Zahir is very sharp. If I so much as breathe in Mirrie's direction.." "Wait a second. Who the hell is Mirrie? I thought we were talking about Zada. Damn it. Are you some kind of playboy to get the names too confused." Emily asked furiously. "Hold your horses. I call Zada as Mirrie. Now can we move on."

Christain made clear. "I'm your mother Christian, I know that girl doesn't deserve you," his mother let out yet again. "I'm not disputing the fact that you ain't my mother. Talking about who deserves one another, I think Miriam doesn't deserve a person like me mother. Miriam is a definition of beauty and brains mother and all men would kill to be with her." He muttered.

However, the woman, whom she considered a friend and whom she was desperately looking for, humiliated her at the garden party held by Ezra Euclase instead. "Are you waiting for someone, Miss?" Heath asked. "No, no. I just…” Penelope smiled stiffly. She couldn't answer that she felt guilty and ashamed because of the war. “Miss Zircon,” Miriam approached her and affectionately linked her arm around her arm, “My Elder Sister-in-law has said a lot about you. My name is Miriam Amaryllis.” Penelope was surprised at Miriam's sweet demeanour. Especially when the woman's adorable smile was directed at her, equipped with her big sparkling eyes. She chuckled softly. "Nice to meet you, Young Madam."