Miriam And Mei Novels & Stories

She looked so pretty, and if she looks really really closely, she could see the resemblance between the siblings. "Nice to meet you." Eliana smiled politely at the little girl, finding her adorable in that yellow sundress she wore. She looked like a breath of fresh air. Far from what her brother is like. There was this moment that she almost believed that opposites do attract. "H-hi..." Madie shyly greeted. She seemed so nice and pretty, but Madie was too shy to meet a new person. Especially someone as pretty as her. Madie wanted to be effortlessly beautiful, just like Eliana.

Please accept my apologies for her actions; she is a bit hesitant around new people. Mrs. Greensmith remarked, "This is Miriam, Norval's younger sister." “Hi there Miriam, my name is Luciana. Luciana extended her hand towards her, anticipating a handshake, and continued, "It's nice to meet you." As Luciana's hand reached Miriam, she tucked her head back behind her mother's arm. For a small moment, the situation grew uncomfortable.

Lilian instructed the maid again and the maid could do nothing but follow her orders. Mia felt trapped, she felt scared and she knew that things were never going to be the same again. Lilians's POV I was happy and at the same time very mad. Yes, sounds funny but that was exactly how I felt. Finally all my sister's wealth was going to be mine, my company has been having very big problems and with the share I am going to get after I take full custody of Mira. But I still have to be very careful because there is a possibility that she ain't dead yet. But what if she is? Who could possibly want her dead?.

Let us find our true love and peace that we've been dreaming of for a long period of time. Mia’s POV Empty... Lonely... Tormented... fragile... My feet were unconsciously dragging me to walk as my eyes follow my feet to move, I can feel the breeze of the air are embracing my whole body that makes me freeze. I ignore all the people I pass by, and the noise they’ve made. I feel my shoulder bumped into something but I continue to walk till a hand grabs my arms and pulled me back. “Oh. I remember you, you are Mirriam Smith, right? I heard a woman asked but I didn't lay my eyes on her.

“Did you… do something to Benjamin? Everyone knows your mother was banished for witchcraft.” “Go figure,” Rhea said darkly. “Exactly,” Isis added. “You won this battle. But we’ve already won the others. That’s life—you win some, lose some.” Miriam narrowed her eyes. “I don’t understand.” Rhea chuckled, voice like silk soaked in poison. “We don’t expect you to.” Isis stepped closer. “I have your heart,” she whispered to Miriam. “And my daughter… has hers.” she gestured towards Amber pointedly.

The woman studied me for a long moment, her expression was unreadable. Then she smiled, but it wasn't a comforting smile. It was the smile of someone who knew terrible things, who had seen darkness and lived to tell about it. "I'm someone who knew your mother," she said quietly. "My name is Miriam. I was your mother's closest friend. I was there the night you were born. It was the night when everything fell apart, when your mother was murdered." "What are you talking about?" I managed to whisper. "What fell apart? My mother died giving birth to me, everyone said so even Xavier said so." Miriam's expression darkened, and she shook her head slowly.

I tried to hold on! Hannah’s eyes rolled. Her smirk curved like poison on her lips. "Then hold on tighter. You want to be the wife of a Malcovich? Then act like one. Or do you want me to remind you how this family earned its name in power? We don’t cry, Miriam. We don’t beg. We drag. We destroy. We own." Miriam looked like a balloon losing air. Her arms fell to her sides and her fingers trembled. "What should I do?"

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a sister—and one this pretty?” Liam rolled his eyes, exasperated. “We’re leaving.” But Mike wasn’t done. He narrowed his eyes, his expression turning thoughtful. “Wait a second… Mira. Have we met before?” Liam groaned, grabbing Mira’s hand. “We’re done here.” “Bye, Mike!” Mira called cheerfully as Liam dragged her away.

Steadily approaching is Leora, the wind shining at her feet across the grass. "Miriam," Leora says softly. "I need your guidance." Leora’s eyes pierced through the shadows as if she had known Leora’s presence long before she spoke, but slowly, she turned her head and they looked at each other. Low, but carrying a quiet power under her voice, Miriam said: 'You've come asking for answers child.' "I've seen you struggle and I've also seen you try and I know the strain that carries." Her stomach did a somersault of fear and her breathing stills for a moment.

"What's your name?" "Miriam. Though most called me the Shadow Healer." She reached out with trembling hands, stopping just short of touching Lyra's face. "I thought you were dead. Everyone did. The night the Shadowlands fell, Elena smuggled you out. Gave you to a trusted friend. Then she went back to fight." "And died," Lyra said quietly. Miriam's expression flickered. "That's what they wanted everyone to believe." "What does that mean?" "It means I need to sit before I fall." Miriam moved to a chair, lowering herself carefully. "I'm not as young as I used to be. And what I have to tell you takes strength I'm not sure I have anymore."