Novel & Cerita Mei X Miriam

I answer, knowing with every fiber in my bones I’m right. “Micha and I are going to be so outnumbered.” Liam complains, kissing my cheek with a smile. “What was it you wanted to discuss?” He continues after a second, and I swallow. “You know the spy-witch I met with in the forest some time ago?” I ask, and he nods seriously as the air pops and Micha suddenly stands on the other side of the office table. “Mama!” He says, pointing at the door. “Mimi owie.” He can’t say Mirage, and he must have felt my aura in here. A second later one of the nannies hurries in, her eyes frantic.

One wrong word and there would be one less Elder in the hall! “A few minutes ago,” the oldest Elder here responded. She was an aged woman with hair full of gray hair and eyes that reflected deep pools of wisdom. Seeing her step up, many of the elders sighed silently in relief. And why was that? Well, this elder was called Elder Miriam. And she was no ordinary elder. She was one of Magma’s teachers! Magma only had two teachers his entire life, and Elder Miriam was one of them. She was the only one amongst the elders who knew Magma better than he even knew himself. And Magma respected her so much that there was no way he would ever harm her. In fact, she was the only one who would never be afr

“I was against it from the very beginning. You know that.” What do you want to do?” Emily asked finally. Miriam leaned her head back against the couch. “I don’t know.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I need to shower. I need to eat. I need to sit with this for a minute before I make any decisions.” She looked at Emily. “I can’t think straight right now.” Emily nodded. “Okay.” She reached over and squeezed her hand once. “Then do that first. Everything else can wait.”

Yes, thats me,I replied, my tone calm but warm. Oh my goodness!she exclaimed, her face lighting up with a broad smile. Its such an honor to meet you. I never imagined Id be sitting at the same table as you! Marks arm rested casually on the back of my chair, his demeanor protective yet proud. Frankly,he interjected, Nina—or Miss Miriam, as you may know her—didnt just build her career with hard work and talent. She also helped me secure the recent bid for the Santiago Project. Youll be seeing it in the news soon enough.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

The guilt etched across her face was impossible to miss. “No,” she said quickly, but the hesitation in her voice betrayed her. “Well… not exactly. But there’s something I’ve been keeping from you. For years, actually. And I don’t know if you’re ever going to forgive me for it.” Mia arched an eyebrow, her frustration mounting. “What are you talking about? Just spit it out already.” Mimi hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as though the words were too heavy to say. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Mia, my real name isn’t Mimi Gormes. It’s… Emilia De La Vega.”

Eleanor placed a hand on her hair, Miriam guessed she was trying to arrange them. "Miriam, you are perfect, nobody can resist your beauty or kind heart! Have you thought about why Christian fell in love with you in the first place?" Eleanor asked and she shook her head. "Because you are incredible, Miriam Alexander, our parents must be proud of the lady you have become in heaven! May their souls rest in peace." Eleanor said as a knock was heard from the door.

Mirabelle sat far behind and Mira did the same. “Hi, mom,” Mira said to Mirabelle even though the latter could never hear her. “It’s me, Mira. Your daughter with Ethan. I’m twenty-eight now. I’ve found my mate. His name is Cohen Kingsley. He said you came to visit his pack once. I’m sure if you know him better, you would like him too.”

I didn’t trust my voice not to sound cruel. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing my hand. “Leo, we haven’t talked properly in days. You barely come home. I just wanted to feel like I still mattered.” I rubbed my temples. “Miriam, not tonight.” “There’s something you need to know,” she interrupted quickly, her tone changing. “It’s about Kiara.” I froze. “What about her?” “It’s about her daughter, Sophia.” My chest tightened. “What about her?” “She’s yours,” Miriam said simply, her eyes glinting with satisfaction beneath the softness.

"Queenie, this was my superior, Miriam Salvatore." Miriam? The name rang a bell in Queenie's head. Miriam was part of the secret agent and was the one who gave Raphael the order to kill her and her friends. If she wasn't calculating wrongly, the woman had only said so to get her, Queenie, to hasten up with the search for the medicine. "Queenie Knight, I've heard a lot about you." Miriam said, flashing a smile at Queenie. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Salvatore." Queenie replied. The two ladies shook heads before Jessica found her way to Queenie.