Mei X Miriam Novels & Stories

“No, that’s n‌o⁠t…‌ we have‍ time. You sai​d—” “We need‌ t⁠o find a way to stop it⁠,” Miria​m‍ said. Her‌ voice was ur‌g​ent now.⁠ Sharp⁠. “Fast.” “How fast?” Miriam looked at me. Really look‌ed. Like she was‍ memori‌z⁠ing my f‌ace. “Bef​ore th‌ere’s nothing left of you t​o save.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Steadily approaching is Leora, the wind shining at her feet across the grass. "Miriam," Leora says softly. "I need your guidance." Leora’s eyes pierced through the shadows as if she had known Leora’s presence long before she spoke, but slowly, she turned her head and they looked at each other. Low, but carrying a quiet power under her voice, Miriam said: 'You've come asking for answers child.' "I've seen you struggle and I've also seen you try and I know the strain that carries." Her stomach did a somersault of fear and her breathing stills for a moment.

“Valerie. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Miriam.” “Valerie,” I replied, gently taking her hand. Miriam drew me closer, looking me over. “Are you frightened?” she asked. “It’s normal to feel a little…embarrassed at first. I think all of us did at one point. But I promise, you’ll get used to it quickly.” I furrowed my brow at Miriam. I couldn’t understand why these women were so…happy to be here. They all seemed entirely enthusiastic—and the joy was not something I’d seen in other humans in a long time.

Yet, as Elara would soon discover, that void was about to be filled in a way she had never expected. Later that evening, as Elara was closing up the gallery, the familiar sound of footsteps approached from behind. She turned to see Miriam, one of her most devoted patrons, walking in with a soft smile. Miriam had been a constant presence in Elara’s life for the past few years. She was an older woman, in her mid-sixties, with a kind face and a warmth that radiated from her like sunshine. Elara had always admired her for her wisdom and the gentle way she seemed to navigate the world. Miriam had become more than just a patron—she had become a friend.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

I tapped Rita, waking her up and we both stood up. "This is Rita and Makaila." Nigel introduced us. "Wait, So this is the famous Makaila, Christian won't stop talking about." Mrs Hales smirked. "That's right."Nigel smiled at me and I smiled at Christian's parents. "It's a pleasure to meet...." I stretched my hand for a shake, only to be pulled in to a bone crushing hug by Mrs Hales. Not what I was expecting...

The knowledge allowed her to engage in a seamless conversation with Zane. Zane was quite surprised. "Ms. Renault, I didn't expect you to have such knowledge about art exhibitions. It's quite unexpected." "I have a friend who works in this field. I’ve learned a bit from him." Candice replied without any change in her expression. Zane nodded. "No wonder." The meal was enjoyable and agreeable for both. Just after they finished, Candice received a call from Sonia. She couldn’t help a twitch, but she held in her temper and took the call. Sonia’s anxious voice came through to her. “Candice, come to Silverstone Hospital now! Something happened to Mr. Matthias!”

then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.

Miriam, of all people, knows how much I have yearned to be claimed by my fated mate, even from our childhood days. I gazed into her beautiful crystal brown eyes, gathering my emotions before uttering a word. "Is something wrong with me, Miriam?" I asked her, stepping off my bed and now staring at my confused reflection in my large princess mirror. "What?" "Is my belief in the mate bond nonsense?" "No, of course not, my princess." "Am I but a distraction?" I asked, and this time, a tear managed to slip from my eyes. I didn't receive a reply this time. Instead, she hurriedly stood up, rushed towards me, and hugged me tightly. However, I didn't hug her back, and I finally released the flood of