Meilin X Miriam Novels & Stories

“How long have I been out?” “About an hour. This is quite a unique book. I think you’d find it interesting as well. Miriam wrote about you.” “What the hell?” he said with a deep frown. “She didn’t mention you by name, but she definitely wrote about you and your brother Andrew. Listen,” she said and began reading out loud: A Sex Maniac’s Journal By Dr. Miriam Bachmeier Chapter four My First Encounter

She asked. “No just me”. Xayne replied. “That’s right, I was wondering why two, so you’re Xayne Cruz?”. “Yes I am”. “And you?”. She inquired staring at Celeste. “Celeste Moon”. “Were you born in outer space?”. She asked. “No…”.Celeste asked staring at Xayne. “Not to worry the tequila hasn’t kicked in yet, am always curious, well I am Mirabel but call me Mira”. “Noted, nice meeting you Miss or Mrs Mira”. Xayne inhaled heavily.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“The power she exudes rivals my own.” “That’s not possible,” Elora added with a hush as Mira approached, looking from one person to the other with a blank face. “I must say that I’m surprised to see you here,” Mira said simply. “Is this some kind of Alpha tour of the labyrinth?” “What are you doing here, Mira?” Xavier asked. She laughed a little, humorless. “I’m a book keeper, and I write journals. I come around here to get weekly updates for what I post on the papers. And well, to check the vault.”

Camille grimaced at that, her facial expression showing how much she hated where the talk was heading. "I mean, if the rumors were anything true, you—" "Oh, they're true," Mira cut in, a grin on her face. All heads turned toward her. Mira smirked, one eyebrow raised high. "I saw the man with my two eyes. I mean, I've said it before, and I don't mind saying it again! I watched the damn hell of a fine man walk into this very clinic, and y'all know I know what a fine man is. And he was fine as fuck!"

A gasp escaped her lips when the woman, no, a young lady that was not much older than her, now that she could see it, raised up her head, and met her gaze. The first striking thing Olivera noticed was the blueness of her eyes. It reminded her of Raul. Could it be? She shook her head. The girl couldn’t be that stupid to keep coming under their noses, under her brother’s nose. This was someone else, no matter the familiar eyes. Anyone could have blue eyes. “My name is Miriam.” Olivera nodded as a satisfied teacher would when pleased with a student’s work and then moved and sat on one of the stools in the room, the only one that had no book on it. “I take it that you are still searching for the

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

she murmured to herself. Miah dashed downstairs, a petite, slender blonde with a cascade of silvery pale hair and clear aquamarine eyes. Swinging open the cottage door, Miah unleashed a torrent of questions in a breathless rush. "Where the hell have you been all this time, Mira? I was worried.” “Come on, sissy,” Mirabella just rolled her eyes. “You promised to call, and you didn't! I've been worried sick about you! And where did that fancy car come from?"

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.