Mei X Miriam Novels & Stories

HIGH PRIESTESS LIORA "No!" Miriam shrieked. "We can't let her know." She spoke frantically as she pushed herself to her feet. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides. "She's so tender-hearted, Mother. She's suffered so much already. She spent her entire teenage years dealing with those awful pheromones, hiding, struggling just to feel normal. Now that she has her life figured out a bit, I won't wear her out by telling her she's abnormal again. I can't do that to her."

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.

, Mia asked her "I guess I am lucky. I was rescued. I don't really recalled what happened back then. I lost my memory and only woke up to see my self in a hospital. I was lucky to meet my benefactor, Stephanie. She named me Miriam. She allowed me to stay with her and helped me got a job. I later married her younger brother sam. We had Stanley then", Miriam explained. " That explained why you didn't come back all this time. How did you regain your memory?", Yanis asked.

Amara ushered her in moments later. “Good afternoon,” the woman said warmly as she stepped inside, extending her hand. “I’m Miriam.” She looked exactly how I imagined; calm, grounded, the kind of presence that didn’t demand attention but held it anyway. “Fiona,” I said, shaking her hand. “Thank you for coming.” “Of course,” she smiled. “And you must be Flavian.” He nodded. “Yes.” A beat. “I’ll admit, this is new territory for me.” Miriam’s smile didn’t falter.

she smiles at the last part, and that is before she realizes she's spoken too much, yet she's not yet introduced herself. She sighs. “I'm Miriam. Gavin is like a son to me. Well, I practically raised him,” she finally says. I would tell her my name, but I'm sure she knows it already. “It's such a shame that we meet under these circumstances again.” She adds. I nod, and proceed to introduce the people I came with. “This is my mother, Julia, and this is my very annoying best friend Leon.” I say, pointing out at each of them.

I asked in a gentle voice, feeling odd speaking too loudly in these echoey walls. "Ma'am?" Miriam asked back, turning her head over her shoulder to look at me. Her voice sounded slightly guarded. "Is there something wrong?" "No," I said with a shake of my head. "I was just wondering... Is it okay if I ask your age?" "Oh," Miriam sighed with what appeared like relief. "I'm twenty-five years of age, ma'am." "That's awfully young," I noted as we continued walking. "How long have you been working as a maid in the palace?"

He queried at me "Hi..." I heard a female voice as she did come in interrupting at us "Hello Miriam, we've heard lots and lots of things about you, come take an hug my dear" A woman walk in the living room as she been in her late 50's or early 60's, walked in hugging at me, she held my hands as I smiled at her "I'm Melissa Louise, Liam's mum and I believe you must be Miriam Jones?" she asked at me

I tried to hold on! Hannah’s eyes rolled. Her smirk curved like poison on her lips. "Then hold on tighter. You want to be the wife of a Malcovich? Then act like one. Or do you want me to remind you how this family earned its name in power? We don’t cry, Miriam. We don’t beg. We drag. We destroy. We own." Miriam looked like a balloon losing air. Her arms fell to her sides and her fingers trembled. "What should I do?"

His brows furrowed, and I could tell he wanted to say something, but he waited for me to continue. “But,” I went on, my lips twitching slightly, “I wasn’t entirely alone. I had someone by my side just like you had Pa Yiwa. Her name is Miriam.” Miriam—my anchor, my safe place. She had been there through everything, from childhood scrapes to teenage heartbreaks. “Miriam, huh? The one who made your breakfast?” he asked, humming thoughtfully. I nodded. “She’s been with me since I was a kid. She raised me more than my own parents did.”