Meilin X Miriam Novels & Stories

“Yes, and…” I was about to introduce Mira to Talia, but Mira jumped in first. “I am Mirabelle, Maxton’s fiancée.”

“You okay, Leigh?” Beside him, Marcus was a long time in answering. The woman, Miria, that Jim had called to, was doubtless some relation of Teri’s. Like her, she had a head of wavy dark hair, pulled back severely into a thick ponytail at her slim graceful neck, and the same large hazel eyes, framed with curling dark lashes. While a bit more vigorous than Teri, with a larger, more powerful build, she was still slim and athletic and with a diminutive stature. And pretty. Very pretty.

Riley and I walk toward Mira while admiring the ambiance of the restaurant. “I have been waiting for good 15 minutes. You are late Miss Michaels.” Mira teases as she sits back and cocks her eyebrow at me. Mira is a punctual person and she hates people who are late. half of our fights are over this issue only. Mira doers me a huge favour with helping me with all those classes I have to take to get prepared for whatever is coming for me when I take my new position besides Aaron but honestly she is really anal when it comes to punctuality. I remember how she once totally ditched a whole close when I got stuck in traffic and had been 17 minutes late. trying to lighten the situation, I laugh and

moments: a broken promise, a lonely dinner, a missed phone call. The Anatomy of the Perfect Mirror The Armored Meilin landed ten feet away, her boots cracking the glass floor. She didn't have the moon-eyes of the woman Leo loved; her eyes were twin lenses of cold, amber data. "Leo Thorne," she said, her voice a harmonious broadcast that made the very air vibrate. "You are clinging to a biological anomaly. The 'Actual' Meilin is a variable of decay. I am the Constant. I am the version of your wife that never fails, never cries, and never leaves."

Griff narrowed his eyes at his laptop screen, listened hard to their continued conversation. “The usual?” the cool-as-all-hell barista said, moving towards the counter. “And maybe some breakfast?” “Yep, the usual,” Claire said as she plunked her beaten-up backpack on the table. “And no breakfast today, Mirrie. I ate at home.” The woman named Mirrie nodded, and Griff watched as the weak winter sunlight caught her lip ring, and made it flash warm silver on her face. When he’d walked into The Web thirty minutes earlier and caught sight of Mirrie in her clashing clothing and dramatic eye makeup, with her flower neck tattoo and face piercings, he’d almost sighed at how tragically unhip and boring

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

~Selene’s POV~ The search takes most of the morning. I sit at the small table with my phone and the notepad Miriam has left beside the kettle, and I work through it methodically — not the way someone searches in desperation, but the way someone builds a list. High-risk obstetric specialist. Supernatural pregnancy experience. Silvermere and within reasonable distance. I write down four names before I start eliminating. One is retired. One has a waiting list measured in months. One has a clinic website that hasn't been updated since before I was married, which tells me something, though I couldn't say precisely what.

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?”

Liam realized he didn’t have the courage that his Alpha had. “Liam...Liam…Oi, Liam Blake!” Liam snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. Mira was standing before his desk with one hand holding her big tummy. Her brows pulled together before Liam rushed to help her to sit down. He scratched his head as he faced his Luna. “Sorry, Mira. I didn’t notice you were here,” Liam said awkwardly. “Zoning in and out isn’t something you often do,” Mira said as she placed several brown files on his desk.

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