Miriam Hermana De Moisés Novels & Stories

“Okay, if you say so.” They returned to their meal. “Mother, do you know anything about Isis?” Amber asked out of the blue. She didn’t have a particular reason for asking but she just wanted to know something — anything — about the woman. “Not really,” Miriam replied. “Apart from living off her late husband’s wealth, it is whispered among some villagers that she hates the poor. They say she loves being the wealthiest person in the village after the king. Rumor has it that she kills people’s source of income. I don’t know how true this is because we have not had a personal encounter.”

she said with so much joy Amira was so confused as to how she had gotten here and who this woman was. As if the woman had read Amira’s mind she said “My name is Tarah.. Queen Tarah, my guards found you in the bush unconscious and then brought you here” Amira couldn’t remember anything other than the sharp pain she’d felt before she felt down. She clutched into her baby bump. Queen Tarah noticed how she held unto her stomach and smiled “I had my midwife check you since I noticed you were heavy with child and she told me the baby is okay and you where 5months gone” Queen Tarah said

I let her be for the time when she was better I would talk to her. After the burial rites were concluded, her brother came to ask me if I had seen her but I told him the last time I saw her was when she followed him. I called her friend Mandy to ask about her whereabouts but she said she had not seen her. I had a feeling she knew where Eulalia was. I called her phone fifteen times but she didn't pick up. Her other brother Francis came to speak with me "Constantine. I want to have a word with you" I knew the reason he was standing here but I just let him talk anyway

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

Worry over him had killed their father. Yet Magdalena did not care about any of them. Only her aunt Tamia was connected to her by some special feeling. As you may remember, aunt Tamia was the only one who had seen a human being in little Magdalena, a woman, not something to be sold as goods. The time to leave finally came. Sara had been busy since morning, reassuring her mother that everything would be fine. Magdalena, however, simply could not calm down.

Liam says as be comes back to her side. She felt oddly comfortable around them. “ Emilia, this is my mother Lucia, my father Richard and my baby sister Hailey.” He says with a proud smile on his face. She had already met Liam’s father but with what he explained to her on their way here, she acted like this was their first time meeting and his father acted like-wise. “ Hello.” She says with a bright smile. There was something about this family that gave her warmth. “ Oh my Goodness, she’s beautiful Liam.” His mother squeals making Emilia turn red.

She still had to return to Howlpeak to stand guard. Just as she was about to step out of the area, she saw her parents hurrying toward her in a panic. When Bryan saw her, he said, "Finally! Come home with us now." He reached out to grab her hand, but she flung it away. "If you have something to say, say it here." Miriam was on the verge of tears. "Sera, Layla… was punished terribly by the Moon Goddess. She's at Death's door. Only Ember Rebirth can save her now!"

Focusing on his muscle-corded arms, I went on, "Miranda and Quinn also visit you often. Miranda keeps saying how strong you are and how surprised she is that you survived all that torture and blood loss. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. It must have been horrible. If I could have traded places with you, I would have. In a heartbeat." I quickly finished the rest of his body, allowing the hot stream of salty tears to carve a path down my cheeks. Every blink produced a fresh lot of droplets which glistened like diamonds as they fell onto Jericho's body. I did his face last, taking my time to memorize every detail and trace every intricate feature. And then I saw it. The movement behind