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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?”

“Erm... yeah sure. I think I want a fruit punch.” He nods and begins to walk away, “One fruit punch coming right up.” Suddenly all the lights switch off and there is just one spotlight to one side focusing on Melissa. I see her holding a microphone and she once again flashes an evil smile at me, making me realize that bad is about to happen. She says, “Hey everyone, I am Melissa as all of you know. Today I want to give Liam his birthday present and I am going to give it to him right now, right here.”

Neema said to me with a conspiratorial grin. I shook my head amused and followed her into the palace. “What's your name little one?” Neema asked. I was silent for a bit. I obviously couldn't tell her I was Arielle the fabled warrior princess of Gaham. She wouldn't believe me and would probably laugh. “I'm Marissa,” I said after a split second. Prefering to give her the alias I was originally supposed to use. “Fancy name is it. Your parents think they're lords or sumtin'. Giving a scrappy girl like you a name like that.

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.

“How long have I been out?” “About an hour. This is quite a unique book. I think you’d find it interesting as well. Miriam wrote about you.” “What the hell?” he said with a deep frown. “She didn’t mention you by name, but she definitely wrote about you and your brother Andrew. Listen,” she said and began reading out loud: A Sex Maniac’s Journal By Dr. Miriam Bachmeier Chapter four My First Encounter

To Edmund, it was suddenly clear—he had said exactly the wrong thing. Realizing there was no way to remain without making things worse, Edmund exhaled heavily and stepped back. His gaze lingered on the doorway for a brief moment—half hoping Miriam would appear, half knowing she wouldn’t—before he turned and walked away into the night. --- Meanwhile, Miriam was pushing herself far beyond her limits at the E.A. Corporation building. Fresh out of surgery, with painkillers dulling the worst of it, she had rushed straight from the hospital to the training studio. The faint, sterile scent of disinfectant still clung to her clothes, a stark reminder of the operating table she had just left. But the

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

Let us find our true love and peace that we've been dreaming of for a long period of time. Mia’s POV Empty... Lonely... Tormented... fragile... My feet were unconsciously dragging me to walk as my eyes follow my feet to move, I can feel the breeze of the air are embracing my whole body that makes me freeze. I ignore all the people I pass by, and the noise they’ve made. I feel my shoulder bumped into something but I continue to walk till a hand grabs my arms and pulled me back. “Oh. I remember you, you are Mirriam Smith, right? I heard a woman asked but I didn't lay my eyes on her.