Miriam Coraline Novels & Stories

The Tosca green dress with a sprinkling of sparkling gems adds to the appearance of a more vibrant look. The second car, Mr. Kusuma and Amelia. Amelia is transformed into a beautiful princess. Wearing the boots asked me yesterday, her hair is curly with a crown encrusted with diamonds. A white stacked dress with transparent green accents, the cut is simple but elegant, making her look like Princes of the Jungle.

The dress was adorned with intricate metalwork, swirling patterns that accentuated her curves. As she stood in front of the mirror, another maidservant approached, carrying a velvet box in her hands. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara, studded with diamonds and sapphires. The maid carefully placed the tiara on the Alpha's head, arranging her hair around it until it was perfect. Then, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. Emma looked at herself in the mirror once more, and she felt ready to face her future.. The doom and Fall of her Enemies.

The Glass House was the quite the towering complex which couldn't be missed for anything amidst the busy city. Miriam alighted from a glossy black armoured police cruiser to the salute of officers who had expected her arrival. Unlike the previous day, she looked smarter in her silky, lustrous khaki jacket well tucked into a fitted pair of matching khaki trousers. The right and left sides of her jacket had colourful ribbons while the epaulettes on both shoulders carried three stars, each on either side indicating her rank in the force. The conspicuous chevrons on either side of her sleeves could not be missed, too while her lustrous peaked cap boasted the badge of the police force. Miriam was

"Good morning Princess Luna. My name is Maya. I am your personal maid and one of your protectors. Let's get you dressed. There is breakfast and then we need to get you to the meeting that starts in an hour." Meeting? Princess Luna? She gazed at the woman wanting to speak, but she shook her head and decided against it. She helped her dress and then led her to the vanity to finish up her hair and makeup. When she was done, Cora gazed at the woman in the mirror again. Her dark circles had been covered up and her hair was half up and half down. The part up was in twists and braids, and the part down fell in ringlets framing her young face.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

It was with a heavy heart that Edric delivered the proud daughter of Immanuel's family. "Professor Crystall so beautiful, well, she never got angry at anyone. And strangely, among other professors she the youngest as if he had never aging. I had seen her teenage pictures, and there was no difference whatsoever with her present face," says Celine. Edric remained silent, luckily he had become accustomed to Celine's nagging. Once in a while his eyes checked the ever-congested, until they finally stopped in front of a college called the University Of Coral, London.

Amelia spun around. An elderly woman stood between two pillars. She wore simple white robes. Her silver hair was tied neatly behind her head. She hadn’t been there a moment earlier. Amelia instinctively stepped back. “Who are you?” The woman smiled kindly. “My name is Miriam.” “Were you one of the Archivists?” She shook her head. “I was.” “And before that…” She glanced at the pillars. “…I was the Guardian.” Amelia frowned. “How are you here?”

“You know where to get me.” Allen nodded and turned to lead the way but suddenly froze, his heart skipping a beat. Allen’s heart skipped a beat. “Maria…” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. She lifted her eyes slowly, and when their gazes met, a small, knowing smile curved on her lips. “Hello Allen.”

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

Then froze on 32. The doors opened. She stepped into a corridor made of smoked glass and nothing else. Every surface reflected her—fractured, multiplied. The air buzzed like it had a heartbeat. No one came to meet her. “Eirwen Cayde,” her own voice said. She froze. It came from the walls. Not his voice. Not hers exactly. A recording—digitally stolen, refined, played back. The Tower had memorized her. “Welcome,” it said again. “You are expected.”