Meilin X Miriam の小説・ストーリー

“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."

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing.

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.

Maybe it was just a way for the memories to lead her to her destination. Mira watched the woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, sitting at the bus stop. She had red hair and piercing blue eyes reminded Mira of herself. Could this woman be Mirabelle Xavier? Mira never looked at Mirabelle’s picture before. But Cohen mentioned they both looked alike.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

“Watch your mouth. You don’t get to say one word about Mia.” “What?” Xena lifted her chin smugly. “Did I hit a nerve? If you hadn’t been so desperate to marry Felix back then, you never would’ve had that...” “Enough.” Miranda slammed a hand against the desk as she shot to her feet. “Say one more thing about Mia, and I promise you won’t like what happens next.” Xena’s breathing caught. Her grip tightened around the strap of her bag, and some of the arrogance on her face faded.

She was a puzzle that couldn’t be solved with brute force or charm alone. Miriam finally walked in, her sharp heels clicking against the tile floor. Her eyes scanned the café before landing on me, her expression guarded as always. She wore her typical look of cool detachment, but I knew better. Beneath that icy exterior, she was desperate. She wanted Spencer, and that made her useful to me. “Miriam,” I greeted, standing up and gesturing for her to sit. She slid into the seat across from me, crossing her legs as if she wasn’t in a hurry. But I could feel the tension in the air. The desperation.

The skinny girls smiled and quickly added, "I'm Mia by the way." Mia introduced herself with her eyes firmly on my face. I nodded with my smile still in place. The skinny wannabe bored me, I wanted her off so I could feed my curiosity. I had caught a few lines of something intriguing as Molly was speaking with Ximena. I needed to know what exactly Molly thought of Ximena. Something was smelling nasty when it came to Ximena, it was her attitude that was fishy. She was bolder and a bit clueless the few times I had spoken with her.