Mei X Miriam Novels & Stories

The next morning, Nathan gave me his phone to call Carolyne. “Hello, Nathan.” Carolyne’s voice came through the phone. “…. Nathan, you there?” With a soft voice, I answered. “Hi, Carolyne it’s me, …. Mia.” “Mia? O MY WORD MIA!!” I could hear her start crying. “I…I…I thought you were dead! Where are you? I want to come to you right now?” “I’m in Myrtle Beach.”

She wants what is hers, to be hers Gladys got that gene too. But hers was more like that of a villain Me: how can I change from being Gladys? I don't want to be Gladys. I'm not Gladys Ma'am Nina : you're Rainbow Me: but I have Gladys face Ma'am Nina : that's easy to change She touched my cheek and I felt a tinkling sensation Ma'am Nina: check the mirror I took the mirror and screamed Me: Rainbow I looked exactly like the real me

But remembering it at her current situation only made her feel regret and sadness. "Lia?" "Uh. His name is Damian" Amelia says as she snaps back to reality. Her head turns to the TV that was playing the news. It was about the top 10 CEOs of the year. Amelia's eyes widened as the top 1 CEO was shown. It was him, with his forest eyes that seem to be able to see through anything. It was her first. It was Damian. "Lia? What is it?" Tara asks and looks at the direction of Amelia's eyes.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

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My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Amelia spun around. An elderly woman stood between two pillars. She wore simple white robes. Her silver hair was tied neatly behind her head. She hadn’t been there a moment earlier. Amelia instinctively stepped back. “Who are you?” The woman smiled kindly. “My name is Miriam.” “Were you one of the Archivists?” She shook her head. “I was.” “And before that…” She glanced at the pillars. “…I was the Guardian.” Amelia frowned. “How are you here?”

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

“Miriam… why go this far?” Miriam met her gaze, her lips curling into something between a smirk and a snarl. “Because I’m not done. I still have a chance to rise again. Between love and my career, I choose my career every time. Edmund was never the right man for me, and I won’t gamble my future on his child.” Her voice sharpened, cutting through the stale clinic air. “You know me—I repay kindness, but betrayal? Betrayal, I’ll never forgive.” She stood, her posture unshaken despite her weakened body, the glint in her eyes colder than steel.

A gasp escaped her lips when the woman, no, a young lady that was not much older than her, now that she could see it, raised up her head, and met her gaze. The first striking thing Olivera noticed was the blueness of her eyes. It reminded her of Raul. Could it be? She shook her head. The girl couldn’t be that stupid to keep coming under their noses, under her brother’s nose. This was someone else, no matter the familiar eyes. Anyone could have blue eyes. “My name is Miriam.” Olivera nodded as a satisfied teacher would when pleased with a student’s work and then moved and sat on one of the stools in the room, the only one that had no book on it. “I take it that you are still searching for the