Miriam Sharpe Novels & Stories

he said gruffly. I sat down, rubbing my sore wrist, my eyes narrowing as the door opened. And then I froze. Miriam. Shannon’s right-hand woman in crime. Elegant as ever, with that same calculating smile that never reached her eyes. She wore a long black coat and a veil hat, like someone attending a funeral. Well, maybe she was mine. “Miriam,” I said, my voice flat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She smiled faintly, sitting down across from me. “My, my. Ten days and you already look like you’ve been here for ten years.”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. Just get the girls and stay in the other room till I call on you. I’ll end this madness.” Shirley nodded and rushed into the other room. She made Matilda hide in a small box because she was the smallest one, and made Mirabel hold on to her. Before long, the room door was kicked in and a whole lot of people rushed in and captured Shirley and Mirabel. They saw David lying in his blood with his throat harshly slit. “Mirabel, close your eyes! Don’t look.” Shirley said, but it was already too late. They matched the two to the center of the town where they had already prepared crosses for the three. Shirley, Mirabel, and Matilda. “Why are you doing this?” asked Sh

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

"You funded the black-market snipers on the sky-bridge, Miriam. You personally authorized the 'Iron Tier' assassination contracts that tried to put a bullet through Zara's head in the penthouse." Miriam straightened her spine, her silver hair catching the light of the pendant lamp like the edge of a sharpened blade. The pathetic pretense of the long-lost aunt was completely gone now. She stood before us as a cold, unyielding relic of the old world—a dangerous variable that absolutely refused to be solved by the changing times.

Miriam Farrow came to the site on Thursday. Not Daniel's Miriam — the other Miriam, the mathematician, the retired teacher of thirty years, Owen's wife. She came alone, which surprised Daniel when Owen mentioned it on the Tuesday call — the site visits had been planned as joint, the couple's attending brought to the ground together. But Owen had said: she wants to see it alone first. Before I'm there. She says she reads things differently when she's not reading through my reading.

He had been in charge since he and his group saved the people from destruction. "How are we going to fight that thing?" Miriam placed her katana in the sheath and took a few steps forward. She looked like a real hunter, unlike the others. She had worn tight black pants, black boots, a long-sleeved pull neck, and a short-sleeved hoodie. Her beautiful black hair was pulled and tied into a bun. She looked so young that other men in the room could not keep their eyes off her. This included Patrick and Damian.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

' She stepped forward with the assurance of someone who is familiar with authority. “Amina.”. Not Unit Zero. Not subject. Amina. That unsettled her. She looked at Adrian. “Doctor Vale.”. Adrian went still. Recognition. And dread. “Dr. Miriam Saye.”. The name landed like history. Amina looked between them. “You know her.”. Adrian's jaw tightened. “She was project director.”. Miriam smiled faintly. “Still so concise.”. Amina's pulse quickened. Project director. One of the architects.

Abbah called as he got into his car. " It's really sunny" I said as I walked to my drivers seat. " I have shades" Miriam said as she sat on the passengers seat. " I could use them, thank you very much" I said as I started the engine. It felt so good. " sure, Uhmm hey, I'm going to send the pictures to you, I really want to post some on my I*******m" Miriam squealed as I followed behind Naim and Firdaus. " You guys look so beautiful and elegant and so classy" she said as she looked at her camera. " yeah, I know we definitely rocked the look" I said with a smile. " Yeah, you know Farouk has pretty handsome friends" Miriam said as she dropped her camera on her thighs. " and luckily we're going

SOMEONE'S POINT OF VIEW I was reading today's newspaper when I saw some very interesting news written in it. 'The Sharp Shooter: The Oracle's Pride' was written in bold letters. I smirked at the sight of the picture attached to it. A beautiful lady with fiery red long hair who is holding a very exquisite gun in her hands. She is aiming at the target with her pair of keen silver eyes. It makes one person lose their mind with a quick glance at this picture, and I must admit that I am no exception.