Miriam X Mei Fanart Novels & Stories

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I could see her legs bouncing in a fast rhythm, her hands constantly pulling the end of her full sleeve cream top. She was too nervous. "Hey, you ok ?" My voice must have startled her. She looked at me with wide eyes under her round spectacles. "Oh!..Hi!!..Hello!!!.. My name is Miranda. I am a student of the arts major. I mean I like to paint. Always have. My mother was an artist during her younger days. Yeah , so have been learning by seeing her. I once did a coffee paintaing and--" She took a deep breath and gave a very very embarassed smile.

She’s supposed to give me a lift on her way to her art studio so I could go for my tutoring section with Camille. Mira has passion for art and crafts more than she doesn’t for Herbalife— She is only into it because that is what her father wants. In my opinion if she was in the art and craft department here in college, she would top her department as the best student— I have seen her work, they are no joke. “I’m coming out now..!” I said loud enough for her to hear, even if I still haven’t taken my shower and I was cut up in my thoughts.

A gasp escaped her lips when the woman, no, a young lady that was not much older than her, now that she could see it, raised up her head, and met her gaze. The first striking thing Olivera noticed was the blueness of her eyes. It reminded her of Raul. Could it be? She shook her head. The girl couldn’t be that stupid to keep coming under their noses, under her brother’s nose. This was someone else, no matter the familiar eyes. Anyone could have blue eyes. “My name is Miriam.” Olivera nodded as a satisfied teacher would when pleased with a student’s work and then moved and sat on one of the stools in the room, the only one that had no book on it. “I take it that you are still searching for the

My friend's eyes widened when she mentioned mommy's screen name when she was famous. As I expected, Mirae's reaction will be like this because she likes to watch old movies and I know that she saw mommy. She even came out from the counter and grabbed my arm. The smile on the lips is too wide. "Hello! You know me?" asked mommy who was also smiling while still pointing her finger at herself. "Yes, Miss Corine. I am an avid fan of yours, including my mother." Mirae's face showed that she was telling the truth. "It's good that you came here. Do you want some cake? Cookies? Our vendors here are the best!" Mirae is very proud.

he said, stabbing at a piece of wild boar meat with a two-pronged fork. “And I want to go, too.” “No, Asti, your place is here, with your half-brother.” Miriam was cradling a cup of mead in her delicate hands. Her own gown was velvet, in a shade which matched the burgundy in the glass decanter. Someone had re-fashioned the choker using a pale ribbon and, when he glanced towards the bed, he saw her poetry book on a cushioned chair beside it.

Mira took a deep breath, “Well, i tell their name from the right one!” Actually Hyomi knows about XD because she’s work in entertainment life even if she doesn't know each member. But he didn't want to know either. He will appreciate it because his friend is so passionate. “Wow.. do you know all about the members? How about the other group?” After hearing Mira's explanation, Hyomi asked. “What for?! I’m the biggest fan of XD!” For a moment, Hyomi suppressed laughter and followed Mira to another space. Hyomi and Mira surround the atrium. Join Mira for hunting k-pop stuf. From then on, Hyomi began to understand about fangirling.

Amara ushered her in moments later. “Good afternoon,” the woman said warmly as she stepped inside, extending her hand. “I’m Miriam.” She looked exactly how I imagined; calm, grounded, the kind of presence that didn’t demand attention but held it anyway. “Fiona,” I said, shaking her hand. “Thank you for coming.” “Of course,” she smiled. “And you must be Flavian.” He nodded. “Yes.” A beat. “I’ll admit, this is new territory for me.” Miriam’s smile didn’t falter.

There was something maternal about the way she interacted with Elara, a gentle presence that had become a source of comfort over the years. As they walked through the gallery, Miriam’s attention was drawn to a small painting tucked away in a corner—a piece Elara had painted herself. It was abstract, filled with sweeping strokes of deep blues and vibrant oranges, representing the emotional turmoil Elara had experienced during her battle with Cassia and her journey toward healing. Miriam paused in front of the painting, her gaze thoughtful. “This piece,” she said softly, “it feels so personal. Like a reflection of everything you’ve been through.”

"I always wondered if she meant for someone to." "Tell us what you know," I said, and I heard my own voice fray at the edges, thirty years of careful company loyalty suddenly feeling like a locked door I was standing in front of without a key. Miriam reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a small black and white photograph, worn soft at the corners from handling. She set it down between us without a word. Two young people stood close together in front of a theater marquee I recognized instantly, its letters spelling out a name that no longer existed.