Meilin X Miriam Novels & Stories

Everything seemed to have dwindled in size. I sat on the leather chair and went through my phone. I had no interest in working here. The door opened and closed. A very red-faced Meghan stood at the door. She was wearing a thick bathrobe above her pajama top. "Who could be chasing you at this hour." "Miriam." "Why would Miriam be chasing you?" "She's not chasing me, I think she knows. I just met up with her and when she saw me, she was blushing and I swear she couldn't even look me in the eye."

Motivation is always the key. “Harlon Morgan at your service, young woman. Welcome.” I scoffed at his behavior. Mirium was not young, but she was tall and beautiful with curly, short, auburn hair streaked with copper and blonde highlights. She was stunning. The attention she garnered from my father made me dislike her instantly. “I’m Mirium Baker. You are expecting me.” “Of course. Let me help you with your bags.” “You’re very kind. You had quite the event here.”

then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.

It brought him the memory of how intimidating her air was when he first met her more than a year ago. Morrigan took a few steps forward her heels clicking on the floor, every step of her echoing inside the room. She looked at the king that is just a few steps higher from her. Still, her fingers playing around the ring. Morrigan scoffed. "Seems like Your Majesty had been enjoying the joyous occasion of your kingdom. You didn't even dare look at the people being accused. How lovely, why won't you offer me a glass of fruit wine?" The eyes of the king darted towards Morrigan. His concubines gasp at the retort of the young lady in front of them. "You little bitch really have a sharp tongue!" With

Her clothes were a fashion nightmare of clashing colors and patterns. Naomi took a few seconds to admire the other woman’s fearless sense of ‘who-the-hell-cares-about-matching-anyway?’. Mirrie worked as a barista at the trendy café around the corner, and she was the most toned-down of all the staff. The owner, Spider, had most of his face tattooed with an enormous spider web, which freaked out unsuspecting customers on the regular, until they saw his kindness and humor. Mirrie was exactly like that, actually: shocking and bizarre, until you got past it all and saw her genuine desire to help others.

"You stood in front of the entire Pack and told me I wasn't worthy. That I was nothing. Why would I tell you about a child when you had already made it clear I was nothing to you? Why would I bring her back to a man who didn't even want me?" ​"You didn't give me the choice—" ​"Alpha." ​They both froze. Miriam stood at the end of the hallway, holding a tablet with shaking hands. Her face was pale. ​Xander released Elena and stepped back, instantly hard as stone again. Only the tightness in his shoulders showed how close he'd been to losing it. ​"Results?" His voice was flat. ​Miriam approached slowly. She glanced at Elena, then back at Xander. "Perhaps we should discuss this in private—"

Because of what was beneath it. Something bitter. Metallic. Wrong. “Miriam,” Bailey said quietly. The older woman looked up, surprised. “Yes, dear?” Bailey stepped closer. “You smell different today.” Miriam smiled softly. “I always wear lavender oil.” “No,” Bailey said. “This is different.” The room went silent. Miriam’s smile faded. “Bailey…” Xander said carefully. But Bailey was already moving. Closer. Closer. Her heart pounded harder with every step. Then she saw it.

“One more thing, your Majesty.” “Yes, Grigor.” “We have found evidence that Councilwoman Miriram has been conspiring to harm the Alpha Queen, which of course is inexcusable. We..” “She is right here, and I will handle her.” I tell him, hanging up. Miriam is paler than pale, and then her eyes change to all red, no pupil, no white, just red. She hisses at me, her fangs out and her body moving into an attack position. My men moves from the bed with speed and is in front of me just as the door bursts open and Tristan hurries in, then the shadows move and I feel her before I see her. Athena steps out, her entire aura screaming power and anger.

I folded my arms and smiled. “Oh, look who is here,” I said playfully. “Madam Miriam, What can I do for you?” She did not smile back, Instead, her face became colder. “Do I look like someone who needs your help?” she snapped. I slowly walked closer to her.“Then why are you looking at me like that?” I asked calmly. Miriam stood up immediately. “Listen carefully,” she said angrily. “You will leave this house very soon. Don might be blind now, but sooner or later, he will realize the kind of woman you are.”

“Lira, you look like someone dragged you into this against your will.” “I was promised peace and training hours,” Lira replied. “Instead, I found Mirae with a clipboard.” Mirae turned, beaming. “Ah, perfect timing! I need two people who can lift heavy things and look intimidating while doing it.” “Why does intimidation matter?” Eastin asked. “Because it’s good for aesthetic balance,” Mirae said sweetly. “You can’t have beauty without a bit of danger.” Lira smirked. “That’s the most Mirae thing I’ve ever heard.”