Miriam X Mei Fanart Novels & Stories

Chic, sedate and streamlined. Mirrie, by direct and jarring contrast, was like an explosion of color: on her body, her hair, her face. Her hair was bright pink, her eyes and lips were slathered in enthusiastic dark makeup, her face was covered in piercings – eyebrow, nose, cheek, lip – and she had a sprawling neck tattoo. Her clothes were a fashion nightmare of clashing colors and patterns.

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?”

Mia drew from the wall and fell ok the ground, pitiful tears fell out of her eyes. The cries and wails she wanted to scream out were blocked within her throat, she could not scream as she wanted. She clenched her fist hitting it continuously on the ground, she was determined to get rid of the feelings of pain in her heart but it was futile. Her efforts were not yielding any results.

“Mia, my real name isn’t Mimi Gormes. It’s… Emilia De La Vega.” Mia blinked, taken aback for a moment before a sarcastic smile tugged at her lips. “That’s it? You think I care about your name? Mimi, I’ve been calling you by a nickname for years. I don’t care if your last name is Gormes, De La Vega, or Smith.” Mimi looked anything but relieved. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “It’s not just my name, Mia. It’s everything that comes with it.”

"It's a crocus; my mum's favourite flower. She says that the best people are like crocuses; beautiful on the outside, but even more precious on the inside." "Your mum sounds very wise," I commented, causing him to nod his head in agreement. "And this is the last, and the most recent tattoo I've got," he turned his other arm around slightly to reveal a sort of tree and mountain landscape on his forearm, his veins flexing with the movement, looking entirely gorgeous. "What's that one mean?" I ran my fingers across the scene. "Nothing really," he chuckled. "I just though it looked cool." "It's freaking sexy" I said before realising what had just come out of my mouth.

Simeon nodded with a hearty laugh “Now go get busy.” Martin ran off to finish all his commitments. Simeon’s mood became much lighter as the weight in his mind eased, he too had a place he could go… he didn’t have to become a vagabond… Mira spent all day in space working through the embroidery. She continued with Anne-Marie’s design which was almost completed; all that was left was the bodice; She decided to keep it simple with scattered butterflies that were embroidered with metallic thread and embellished with pearls. The neck was boat shaped embroidered with tulips forming the boat.

He had this innocent way of saying things, with nothing behind it but pure honesty I absolutely loved. Adored. Adored. Enough with the l-word. "Thanks." A self-conscious touch to my hair made me grimace. "Photos." He nodded with a wink. "Miriam's still all grad all the time, huh?" Liam set down the book on the wide, massive table, stained almost black, Sidhe figures painted in glowing colors all over its surface. "Something like that." I sighed and sank into one of the bulky chairs, my butt happy for the lovely, deep velvet seat. "What are you working on?"

They clapped at us. I promise you joy all your life Amira. Not anything else. The black canvas in you, that is covered in blood and in darkness, will be colorful from now on. I, Elexier will paint it sweetly with colors, bright ones. We have gone through so many things. And I will save and protect you every time that happens again. If I had to choose between breathing and loving you, I would use my last breath to say, I love you.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

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.