Miriam X Mei Fanart Novels & Stories

Now I had to do all these little, annoying tasks by myself. "Would you like something to drink, Miss Blake?" Miriam asked. "Of course," I replied. "And make it cold." While she headed to the fridge, I sank into a sofa and turned on my phone. The first thing I saw was that picture of Julian and Isabella Domitia. It was all over the internet now, and it was all anybody seemed to want to talk about. I decided to make it my wallpaper. That way, I would be reminded everyday of my hatred for the woman who had dared to steal my man, as well as my determination to get Julian back.

Mia glared at Primrose, angrily shouting, her face full of impatience. "Do you know who I am? I'm Mia, a very famous model, and I was invited by Joel to sign a contract as a new product representative. I will meet Joel soon, and if there is no mistake, Joel will quickly fall in love with my beauty and ask me to be his girlfriend."

"Mateo here is just a… friend of a friend." "Mateo?" Win pondered aloud. "That's Alpha Matias." Arena clarified, "Oh, I know. But, he told me to call him Mateo instead." "SO YOU ARE IN THE NICKNAME PHASE!" The girl, named Miriam, was jumping up and down unable to contain her giddy excitement. I wondered how the two of them were friends since they seemed like complete opposites. But, then again, so were Win and I. Arena sighed, Win smirked, and even though I appreciated the lighter conversation versus what I'd been dealing with the past week, I didn't want to let on that I did.

“As far as I’m concerned, Kieran, hatred is hatred. That’s an established fact. Miriam needs me, all of me. And until we find her and bring her here, I will sincerely keep being an annoying pest.” “Selena.” I place my hands on her shoulder. “Kieran, it is really of no use trying to get me to abstain or stay back from this because I won’t. I’ll never disobey your orders, and I know and understand just how much you hate to be defied, but Kieran, Miriam is the only person that helped me when everything I had slipped away from my hands.” “She, she is the reason why I was able to hold on; she is the reason why I was able to persevere until you met me.”

Miriam, his twin, was a firecracker—fiery red hair cascading down her back, glasses on her nose that hinted at trouble, and a magnetic aura that demanded command. Then there was Mika Graves—petite but impossible to overlook. Her mother, the famed author Meeky, ran a prestigious publishing house, and her father helmed Graves Holdings, a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. Mika was golden beige, effortlessly chic, her eyes sharp as a blade.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

him, he willingly played along. Maia narrowed her pretty eyes, tried the pulled beef, and asked, "Do you keep your promises?" "If you set a trap for me, I'll cooperate. Can I not keep my promises?" He had no way to deal with her. Maia was startled, not expecting him to see through her. She immediately said again, "Your words are like an unchangeable decree." He nodded. "Speak." "I don't need your cooperation. I've already found the artist of that painting," Maia said, shifting her gaze to the painting of Rita not far away. "He is now an artist in a gallery in Prismara. The arrangements are all set. I'll meet him early tomorrow morning.

Even the slight wind from passing cars seemed to hesitate, like the city itself was holding its breath, watching this moment unfold. Miriam stood tall near the center of the café, her arms crossed beneath her designer coat, every inch of her radiating disdain. Her jaw was set, her lips painted a dark crimson shade that matched the fire in her glare. Her eyes were locked on Aria like a predator that had just spotted its prey.

Am I the only one doubting Mei's innocence? Niran sounds so real 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love y'all 😍😍🥰

“I met someone. A woman. Her father’s a merchant. She's not like anyone I’ve known.” Elara glanced at Kaelan. “Does she have a name?” “Mira. She’s an artist. She does portraits and landscapes. She’s” Liam stopped, laughing at himself. “I sound ridiculous.” “You sound happy.” Elara took his arm. “When do we meet her?” “Next month. She’s finishing a commission, then she’s coming here.” He looked at her, at Kaelan, at the tower rising before them. “I wanted you to know before she arrived. I wanted you to be ready.”