Miriam And Mei Novels & Stories

At the engagement party, my fiancee, Emily Carter, and my parents, Nathan Morgan and Jennifer Williams, set up a table filled with mystery boxes. My younger brother, Freddie Morgan, playfully tugs on Emily's sleeve. "There are so many boxes here. Richard can't possibly open them all. Can I open three?" Emily smiles and affectionately pats the back of his hand. "Your playful nature hasn't changed a bit since the day your brother and I met." My parents laugh warmly. "Freddie has always been lucky. Maybe he'll win a big prize." Freddie eagerly grabs three boxes and opens them one after another. The first contains a card announcing a ten-day honeymoon trip to the Azure Isles. The second

I also got a box of strawberries and whipped cream since I really like them. I was about to run upstairs when I saw Maria, the daughter of Mirranda. In other words my step sister a.k.a Satan’s Mistress. Tch. ‘Oh my sister. I really appreciate you getting me some strawberries.’ She said and was about to grab the box of strawberries in my hand. I raised my eyebrows and slapped her hands away. It was a light slap but she suddenly fell on the floor and started to cry. ‘Huhu sister! I was just asking if I could have some but you… huhu!’

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo

“Ms. Ceres, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Miriam.” I sized her up, my wolf keenly assessing her. I shook hands with her, pausing slightly, my eyes narrowing. “Miriam, why haven’t I seen you at the mid-level meetings?” Miriam hesitated, her confident facade cracking for a moment. She cast a quick glance at Kennedy, whose smile tightened. “She’s new to the company,” Kennedy interjected smoothly. “Freshly graduated from the prestigious University of Kingdom, no less. Her academic record is impeccable, and she has extraordinary potential. Miriam is someone we should definitely nurture.”

LEON'S POV We arranged a phone call with Miriam two days later, both of us crowded around the speakerphone at the kitchen table, Patricia joining remotely to make sure the conversation stayed appropriately careful. "I want to start by saying I'm not trying to threaten either of you," Miriam said, her voice warm but measured, carrying the particular steadiness of someone accustomed to sitting with difficult, complicated truths. "I volunteer with this program because I believe people can genuinely change, given the right support. But I also believe in being honest, even when honesty is 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.

the Queen answered simply. “But my house is small,” Miriam said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. The Queen smiled, her face softening. “I wasn’t born into wealth. We’ll manage. Please… I need this.” Another glance passed between Miriam and Cressida, both wide-eyed. Miriam looked back at the Queen, and in her smile, she saw something unspoken but sincere. She nodded, slowly at first, then with conviction. This time, when the Queen embraced her, Miriam welcomed the warmth, surprised by how natural it felt. Despite the shared tragedy, there was something comforting about this strange alliance—two grieving mothers bound by loss, now clinging to each other for strength.

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?"