Meilin X Miriam Novels & Stories

the doctor griped. Win looked up at her. "Am I dying?" She pursed her lips. "Well, no…" "Then I'm just fine. You should go see Catalina. She must be worried sick," Win said. "True," I replied, looking at one of the closed suite doors. "I'm also sure Miriam is about ready to—" As if she'd been summoned, Miriam poked her head out of the door. An eye mask was pushed on top of her frizzy hair, and she blinked owlishly around her. Then she spotted me… and Win.

She wants what is hers, to be hers Gladys got that gene too. But hers was more like that of a villain Me: how can I change from being Gladys? I don't want to be Gladys. I'm not Gladys Ma'am Nina : you're Rainbow Me: but I have Gladys face Ma'am Nina : that's easy to change She touched my cheek and I felt a tinkling sensation Ma'am Nina: check the mirror I took the mirror and screamed Me: Rainbow I looked exactly like the real me

“What’s going on Jas?’ I queried. She said nothing, just steered me sideways. Her hands fell off my eyes, and she stepped away from me. I opened my eyes quickly and stared wide-eyed at my reflection. I couldn’t believe I was the lady in the mirror. Who is this? Staring back at me through the concave mirror was a dream version of me. The green backless velvet gown highlighted my shape. I’d gained more pounds around my hips, which I hadn’t liked, but now, I loved it so much. It had a mid-slit, that showcased my legs. But, that wasn’t what made me gasp. It was my face. It looked so natural, yet flirty, with subtle green and white eyeshadow enhancing the dark colours of my pupils. Jasmine had do

Lydia said in an irritated tone and she even dared to raise her eyebrow at Mirage. " How am I disrupting your work, actually? " Mirage said and she slipped her hands on her jeans pocket and gave Lydia her bored look. ' This woman is insane. How dare she talk back to me like this. She doesn't look like she could afford anything from our shop. She doesn't look like she has money on her at all! Ha. I'm going to put you in your rightful place! ' Lydia crossed her arms on her chest and flashed her malicious grin.

Mira wiped off her tears, “pardon me, so sorry for making a mess. I can be really forgetful of my environment sometimes.” “No, it's fine. When one is hurt, it's best to cry, only then would it be known that you are in pain.” “Thank you so much.” She grinned at him. “I am Mira Madison.” “Declan Stolkhom. It's a pleasure to meet you.” She nodded, “I will take my leave now.”

"It passed." Mira's sharp gaze lingered on my face, unconvinced. She had intelligent eyes—too intelligent for a servant, sometimes. She'd been watching me carefully ever since she'd arrived, cataloguing my moods, my injuries, my fears. She knew me too well already, could read the signs of my distress like words on a page. But before she could press the matter, Selene's voice purred inside my skull, smug and certain. "Lie all you want, but she'll see. They'll all see soon enough."

But remembering it at her current situation only made her feel regret and sadness. "Lia?" "Uh. His name is Damian" Amelia says as she snaps back to reality. Her head turns to the TV that was playing the news. It was about the top 10 CEOs of the year. Amelia's eyes widened as the top 1 CEO was shown. It was him, with his forest eyes that seem to be able to see through anything. It was her first. It was Damian. "Lia? What is it?" Tara asks and looks at the direction of Amelia's eyes.

“A picture?” “No,” she said. “The fact that you were there, and he didn’t know until the fallout. You bypassed every typical signal Crane relies on. That makes you a problem.” Julian smiled faintly. “So this is an intimidation meeting.” “No,” Mirra said. “If I wanted to intimidate you, we wouldn’t be here.” He studied her face. No makeup. No visible emotion. Just stillness wrapped in calculation. Mirra leaned forward. “I’m not here to threaten you, Julian.”

“I don’t start work until four o’clock.” “Good. I’ll take the rest of the day off, and we’ll just talk until you say everything you need to. Alright?” “OK.” She was still shaky and frightened, but at least she wasn’t alone. “See you soon.” **** Neil Gammon stared across the table at Mirrie, not at all liking what he saw. He’d been her AA sponsor for two years, and he’d seen her in a really bad way more than once… but nothing like this. Whatever this was, it was serious.

"I could." "But you haven't." "Not yet." I leaned forward. "What do you want, Mira?" She studied me for a long moment. "The truth. About the merger with Helix Dynamics. The offshore accounts. The whistleblower who disappeared last year. I want everything." "And if I give it to you?" "You won't." I smiled—slow, predatory. "Then what?" She leaned in too. Close enough I could smell her perfume—jasmine. "Then I want you again," she whispered. "No masks. No games. Just us. Until I get bored."