Meilin X Miriam Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pack members in the kitchen were mostly women and a few men, they were moving around briskly, chatting and laughing as they worked. One of the older women looked up when she saw me. Her eye widened and she welcomed me. “Lady Elysia?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron. I smiled softly, “I hope I’m not interrupting. I just… I wanted to help. Learn something new, maybe?” The woman chuckled. “You’re not interrupting at all my lady. I’m Miriam, the head cook.” “You want to learn how to cook? That’s a first for a Luna,” she smiled, offering me a chair to sit down.

I could still remember the way he looked at me when I confronted him about Miriam. The scene kept replaying in my head over and over again and just thinking about it annoys me so much I want to pull out all his hair from his head. “Yes, Miriam works in my company. Why are you making a big deal out of it?” he had responded, so calm and nonchalantly. And he dared ask me why I was making a big deal out of it? Like what the hell was going in that man's head.

Lucian asked. “Because if I’m bait, I want a net I can see. And because she won’t cross a Crown fen—unless she makes you build the bridge.” A voice slid from the fog. “Perhaps we can put down knives?” she sighed in boredom, “And stop talking in riddles.” Mira stepped out as if she owned the marsh. She wore exile like a veil tossed back, hair braided with wire, cloak travel-worn. She dipped her head. “Your Majesty.”

Mira said, "we are breaking the fourth wall. We aren't just looking for love among you. We are bringing in... an expert." She pointed a manicured finger directly at Elion. The camera crane swooped down, the lens stopping inches from Elion’s face. "Elion Marrow," Mira said. "Relationship psychologist. Best-selling author. And the man who claims he can fix any broken heart." The room turned to look at him. Mia whispered something to Sam. Jessica narrowed her eyes. "He's here," Mira said, her voice dripping with theatrical mystery, "to guide you. To analyze you. To help you find your perfect match."

She said. Mridula!!! Oh so she was Mridula!!! "But how? She bumped into me. I didn't!" I said. "Yuvi! What did you think of her? An Owl?!🦉That she'll be able to see in dark?!" She asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and asked,"What are you saying?"

I didn't know what Maria was planning, and I didn't know if Leo would ever find the courage to speak the truth, but I knew one thing for certain: The war was far from over, and tonight, the mirror was going to be pushed to its breaking point. Just immediately, we heard a loud female voice. The maid in my room turned to me and said,” That’s Penny, Alpha Ricardo’s ex.”

A plate of warm toast, a bowl of rice porridge with soft boiled eggs on the side, and a side of sliced mangoes sat waiting for me. “You look much better today, Your Highness,” Miriam observed, pouring me a cup of coffee. I gave her a small smile as I slid into my seat. “I feel better, too.” “Good,” she said, crossing her arms. “But don’t think I don’t know where you’re going.” I glanced up at her, feigning innocence as I scooped a spoonful of porridge. “I’m just getting some fresh air.” Miriam scoffed, shaking her head. “Fresh air, huh? That fresh air wouldn’t happen to smell like burning rubber and gasoline, would it?”

It was obvious how much I was affected. But I had to fight to maintain my composure. Elder Miriam’s gaze flickered as she stared right at me. Her gaze was piercing as if she could see every bit of me, like peeling away the outer layers of a fruit to reveal the insides. I was being put on the spot, and I wondered if Aurora was enjoying this.

Even. My lips pressed together slightly. “That depends,” I replied. “Does it get better from here?” Something almost like amusement touched the woman’s expression. “That depends on you.” I tilted my head. “That sounds like a threat.” “It isn’t.” “Then it’s a lie.” The woman set the tray down on the bench, unbothered. “My name is Mirela,” she said. “I’m the healer here.” My gaze sharpened. So this was the one. The same woman from before; the one who had checked me over, who had stood in Ryker’s room without fear, without hesitation.

His face shifted, the masks he'd learned to wear dropping away, leaving something raw and real. "Elara." "Liam." She stopped before him, close enough to talk, far enough to breathe. "Mira, it's good to finally meet you in person." The artist's eyes were sharp, assessing. "I've seen your work. The harbor series, especially. You see things others miss." "So do you." Elara meant it. "Liam's lucky." Mira glanced at Liam, something warm passing between them. "We're both lucky." She stepped back. "I'll get us more wine. Give you two a moment."