Miriam And Mei Novels & Stories

Miriam, his twin, was a firecracker—fiery red hair cascading down her back, glasses on her nose that hinted at trouble, and a magnetic aura that demanded command. Then there was Mika Graves—petite but impossible to overlook. Her mother, the famed author Meeky, ran a prestigious publishing house, and her father helmed Graves Holdings, a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. Mika was golden beige, effortlessly chic, her eyes sharp as a blade.

Miram straightened her back and stood up right. "The answer to that is very simple." She walked up to Mia, lowered herself to her height and pressed her mouth close to Mia's ear, "I want you to suffer." Mia's heart sank, "I suggest you make it quick because you never know what will happen in the next few seconds." Miram moved away from her and smiled, "oh I know." Mia looked up at her, "you'll be chained and I'll make you beg and wish that I take your life." A satisfied look adorned her face as she stared into space, "you see Mia, that's the thrill of it."

Amara ushered her in moments later. “Good afternoon,” the woman said warmly as she stepped inside, extending her hand. “I’m Miriam.” She looked exactly how I imagined; calm, grounded, the kind of presence that didn’t demand attention but held it anyway. “Fiona,” I said, shaking her hand. “Thank you for coming.” “Of course,” she smiled. “And you must be Flavian.” He nodded. “Yes.” A beat. “I’ll admit, this is new territory for me.” Miriam’s smile didn’t falter.

" She whispered as Mira wiped her tears and pulled her away from the room Sierra was caged in. "Mira, you should not be here. He will be here. He will take you too. You don't know him." She whisper yelled at her sister who was determined to pull her sister out of that room. "I came back to get you out of this hell hole. You can not live here anymore. We are getting out of here." Mira replied as she was running in the opposite direction of the room. She wanted to get Sierra as far away as she could. But suddenly, a wall came in between them. Mira was able to cross that barrier but Sierra was caged again. Mira turned around as she was not holding Sierra's hand anymore. She went back and held S

she smiles at the last part, and that is before she realizes she's spoken too much, yet she's not yet introduced herself. She sighs. “I'm Miriam. Gavin is like a son to me. Well, I practically raised him,” she finally says. I would tell her my name, but I'm sure she knows it already. “It's such a shame that we meet under these circumstances again.” She adds. I nod, and proceed to introduce the people I came with. “This is my mother, Julia, and this is my very annoying best friend Leon.” I say, pointing out at each of them.

I could no longer keep the ‘good girl, everything was okay’mask anymore. “Yes mother, everything is falling apart.” I cried out. “Oh, my baby girl, come on, tell me.” She urged on sitting down beside me while I turned my body to her direction. “Mama, you won’t believe what I found out.” “Try me,” she replied calmly, folding her arms. I lean closer, lowering my voice like the walls could have ears. “It’s Miriam. She’s working in the same company as William.” She blinks, most probably surprised, but so was I when I found out so her reaction is valid. But then she bursts out laughing.

I answer, knowing with every fiber in my bones I’m right. “Micha and I are going to be so outnumbered.” Liam complains, kissing my cheek with a smile. “What was it you wanted to discuss?” He continues after a second, and I swallow. “You know the spy-witch I met with in the forest some time ago?” I ask, and he nods seriously as the air pops and Micha suddenly stands on the other side of the office table. “Mama!” He says, pointing at the door. “Mimi owie.” He can’t say Mirage, and he must have felt my aura in here. A second later one of the nannies hurries in, her eyes frantic.

His brows furrowed, and I could tell he wanted to say something, but he waited for me to continue. “But,” I went on, my lips twitching slightly, “I wasn’t entirely alone. I had someone by my side just like you had Pa Yiwa. Her name is Miriam.” Miriam—my anchor, my safe place. She had been there through everything, from childhood scrapes to teenage heartbreaks. “Miriam, huh? The one who made your breakfast?” he asked, humming thoughtfully. I nodded. “She’s been with me since I was a kid. She raised me more than my own parents did.”

My stomach churned as the pieces fell into place. “This is your connection?” I said, turning to her. Her face was pale, but she tried to keep her composure. And put herself together “It’s not what it looks like.” “Save it,” I snapped. “You drugged me And stole my belongings, and now you’re back with a fake pregnancy story? What’s your angle, Miriam? Money?” She didn’t answer, but her silence spoke alot. When the Swat arrived, Miriam started ranting bitterly. She opposed loudly as they cuffed her, tears were rolling down her cheek. “Michael, please! We can work this out! I will tell everyone about us if you do this!”

If Miriam hadn’t been as strong-willed as she was, the devastation might have destroyed her completely. Serena leaned back in her chair, her voice calm but firm. “Miriam, Simon’s going to handle your Hollywood debut. This time you’re playing a mysterious mermaid. He’s already spoken with the director, and the good news is the shoot will happen here. No need to fly to Italy.” Miriam’s posture straightened with pride. “I’m ready. I’ll give it everything I have.” That spark in her eyes reminded Serena why she liked Miriam. She wasn’t just talented—she had grit.