Novel & Cerita Mei X Miriam

''We need to put all possibilities in consideration and draw a conclusion. Miriam was not particularly pleased with her fellow inspectors' contributions and the funny assumptions they were rolling out. She felt she quite different in her opinion of Salim's submission about Jack. Perhaps, she was becoming too defensive of Jack, she thought. But then, she decided to put herself in check, making a creative effort not to divulge her personal concerns with Jack Banning.

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

"The practitioner is a woman named Miriam Crowe." The room went quiet. "Crowe," Rafe said. "Damien Crowe's mother," Ezra confirmed. I sat back in my chair slowly. Miriam Crowe. I had met her perhaps a dozen times during my three years at Blackridge. A small, elegant woman with silver-streaked hair and precise manners and eyes that had always made me feel like I was being quietly assessed and found slightly wanting. I had attributed it to the way some pack mothers regarded their son's mates. Territorial. Protective.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

"Hi, I'm Maria and I'm getting married today," To the mirror before her, Maria said as she tucked her hair away, not sure of what to do with it. It was finally D-day to finally seal the contract. Nervousness rose from the pit of her stomach, but she only had herself — she was her support system. In about thirty minutes, she'd be headed to Jackson's, and just like he had indicated in the text he sent, it was nothing extravagant, all they had to do was recite the fake vows and hit the nail on the bull's eyes. The most important part was the certification made available, nothing else mattered.

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