Mei X Miriam Novels & Stories

Bella muttered disdainfully in a loud voice. Adriano opened his mouth to refute her words but he was cut short by the voice of Mia, "Mrs. Maximus I am afraid if I do die by getting hit by a truck then it won't end up pretty well for you, I mean you won't be able to get the freedom you want from your marriage." Mia remarked flashing Bella a bright and beautiful smile.

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.

The overhead lights had been dimmed to half strength, and in that half light she looked smaller than I remembered her, as though thirty years of careful silence had slowly worn her down to something thin and worn at the edges. "Someone contacted Elena tonight," I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse refused to slow down. "They mentioned Grace. And you." Miriam's eyes lifted to mine, and I saw, for the first time in twenty six years of knowing her, something close to fear behind them. "I always knew this day would come," she said quietly. "I only hoped it would come on my terms, not because someone decided to weaponize my sister's death against your marriage."

Mia asked ,feeling anger bubble up inside her. "You are not allowed to talk to me in that manner. If I decide to do something to you, Aaron won't stop me. Annoy me, one more time and I'll make sure you regret it." Miram said with venom dripping into her voice. Her eyes darted around to see which of her subjects would react to what just played out between her and Mia. If there was one thing that Miram hated the most, it was disrespect. Mia scoffed and then returned her focus back to the earth she was digging.

Miriam ran to Luna and hugged her, and Luna smiled, hugging her back. "I am so excited," Miriam said. "Everything is just so perfect. You know, I came here earlier, but I had to go out because I received a call. But.... seriously this is amazing, we should toast to many more amazing parties and to each other too."

“We need to begin the cleansing ritual as soon as possible. Sorry, I was down for a few days, but my time is short. I need to hasten things up now.” “Has the Moonwhisperer been informed?” I asked. “Yes, and she will arrive later today, I’m sure.” I nodded, but my gaze kept drifting to the woman standing quietly beside the priestess. Something about her tugged strongly at my memory. Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I nodded in her direction. “Who is this?” “This is Miriam,” the High Priestess replied. “She is going to play a very important role in the ritual. Afterwards, with Maya’s help, she will help secure the borders and slow down the Feral attacks.”

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.

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?"