Meilin X Miriam Novels & Stories

“ Bonjour. ” While the men conversed, Mira found herself unable to take her eyes off His wife. “ Hello, I am Malisa Evans. ” The lady who noticed herself introduced with a smile. “ Hi, I am Miranda Edison. ” “ Oh. ” she acknowledged with a smile. “ You are an African right? ” Mira couldn't help but ask, staring at her brown skin with a smile. “ Yeah. ” she smiled again. “ I love your skin. You are beautiful. ” Miranda couldn't hide her admiration. “ Awn. Thanks. I love yours too. ”

Max had to find out immediately what Linea was doing to prevent the woman from hurting his soul mate. "Oh, you're home. What about that woman? Did you manage to overcome it?" asked Mirielle as she peered at the preparations through the microscope before her. She did look like a scientist. Unfortunately, Mirielle did not major in science but in art. Max flopped down on Mirielle's bed and folded his legs. He watched his sister, who was still busy with her experiments and medicines. "I don't know how to deal with Linea anymore. You know how Linea is, right? She's so crazy and reckless."

“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.

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.

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?”

Mia asked ,feeling anger bubble up inside her. "You are not allowed to talk to me in that manner. If I decide to do something to you, Aaron won't stop me. Annoy me, one more time and I'll make sure you regret it." Miram said with venom dripping into her voice. Her eyes darted around to see which of her subjects would react to what just played out between her and Mia. If there was one thing that Miram hated the most, it was disrespect. Mia scoffed and then returned her focus back to the earth she was digging.

I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded even in my own head. I kept tossing and turning until morning came and Mira forced me out of bed. “Come on, my Queen,” she muttered, pulling me by my wrist toward the bathroom. “We have interviews today. Lady Meelan is already here.” Of course she was. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since she was called to ‘assist’ me and she was already here. Probably jumping at the chance to see Draconian. Wait. I stopped and glared at Mira. “Is Draconian with her?”