Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

"Hi, I'm Maria and I'm getting married today," To the mirror before her, Maria said as she tucked her hair away, not sure of what to do with it. It was finally D-day to finally seal the contract. Nervousness rose from the pit of her stomach, but she only had herself — she was her support system. In about thirty minutes, she'd be headed to Jackson's, and just like he had indicated in the text he sent, it was nothing extravagant, all they had to do was recite the fake vows and hit the nail on the bull's eyes. The most important part was the certification made available, nothing else mattered.

Miriam opened her mouth to defend her sister and found she could not for she had come to that conclusion herself. “This is my fault,” she said. “I asked you to save her, and now we have a – a viper in our midst. I am afraid she will try and bully Ruth into tending to her needs. Old habits die hard.” “Then you must see to it she does not.” “Me?” “I am putting you in charge of the women, Miriam.” “Please call me Mia. I miss her.” “Trying to shirk your responsibilities, woman?” How had he managed to deduce that? It was true. She wanted a simple life and yet she had been born to achieve so much more.

"What's your name?" "Miriam. Though most called me the Shadow Healer." She reached out with trembling hands, stopping just short of touching Lyra's face. "I thought you were dead. Everyone did. The night the Shadowlands fell, Elena smuggled you out. Gave you to a trusted friend. Then she went back to fight." "And died," Lyra said quietly. Miriam's expression flickered. "That's what they wanted everyone to believe." "What does that mean?" "It means I need to sit before I fall." Miriam moved to a chair, lowering herself carefully. "I'm not as young as I used to be. And what I have to tell you takes strength I'm not sure I have anymore."

she smiles at the last part, and that is before she realizes she's spoken too much, yet she's not yet introduced herself. She sighs. “I'm Miriam. Gavin is like a son to me. Well, I practically raised him,” she finally says. I would tell her my name, but I'm sure she knows it already. “It's such a shame that we meet under these circumstances again.” She adds. I nod, and proceed to introduce the people I came with. “This is my mother, Julia, and this is my very annoying best friend Leon.” I say, pointing out at each of them.

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.

“It's a business, after all, so you are right.” The lady stared around her, awestruck by the interior decors. The few staff around are busy with their work, not minding or having chance for any distraction. With the aura, she could tell Mr. Ryan got everything in order —this was what she imagined it to be or maybe more to it. “This way, Ms…" Miriam cited simply as she gestured forward, leading the way, with the lady following her trail. “Sorry, I did not introduce myself earlier. I'm Miriam, Mr. Ryan's personal assistant and one of the board directors, too. You are?”

“I was against it from the very beginning. You know that.” What do you want to do?” Emily asked finally. Miriam leaned her head back against the couch. “I don’t know.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I need to shower. I need to eat. I need to sit with this for a minute before I make any decisions.” She looked at Emily. “I can’t think straight right now.” Emily nodded. “Okay.” She reached over and squeezed her hand once. “Then do that first. Everything else can wait.”

One wrong word and there would be one less Elder in the hall! “A few minutes ago,” the oldest Elder here responded. She was an aged woman with hair full of gray hair and eyes that reflected deep pools of wisdom. Seeing her step up, many of the elders sighed silently in relief. And why was that? Well, this elder was called Elder Miriam. And she was no ordinary elder. She was one of Magma’s teachers! Magma only had two teachers his entire life, and Elder Miriam was one of them. She was the only one amongst the elders who knew Magma better than he even knew himself. And Magma respected her so much that there was no way he would ever harm her. In fact, she was the only one who would never be afr

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.

Aguilar: “Miriam, how are you?” I asked, looking at one of the women who stood in front of me, representing her father. “I am honored that you admitted me here. I must admit, after hearing a lot about you, I did not expect you to do so,” she said, watching as I nodded at her to take a seat.