Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

MARIA'S POV. It was a bright morning, the sun shining at its peak, casting a beautiful glow through the hospital glass, my hips swinging left and right as I walked through the hospital halls. The male doctors and some patients' mouths fell open as I passed them, they whispered among themselves. “Isn't that Maria Maria?” They asked each other. Yes, I am Maria Maria, I changed my last name, there was no need to carry on my last name after they chased me out of the company.

Zayn interrupted. The surprise look on Miriam's face was evident. “Why should I quit. I already swore to serve you and your parents till the day I go to meet my creator.” “Well you're no longer working for them right, you're now working under me. And I said you will no longer stress yourself, not under my watch.” “I'd love to stop, but if you know me too well. You will know I hate idling around.” she said weakly. I nudged at Zayn and signaled to him to leave the room which he reluctantly agreed to. I breathed in and turned to face Miriam.

Miram straightened her back and stood up right. "The answer to that is very simple." She walked up to Mia, lowered herself to her height and pressed her mouth close to Mia's ear, "I want you to suffer." Mia's heart sank, "I suggest you make it quick because you never know what will happen in the next few seconds." Miram moved away from her and smiled, "oh I know." Mia looked up at her, "you'll be chained and I'll make you beg and wish that I take your life." A satisfied look adorned her face as she stared into space, "you see Mia, that's the thrill of it."

Just before Helga could complete her sentence, Maisy cut her off. "Ok! Lia!" She said excitedly. She cupped her cheeks with both her hands. Her eyes were twinkling when she realized she called Amelia's name. Maisy walked to her and held both her hands. "Lia, I will forever serve you. I will be your most loyal maid!" Maisy shouted and smiled brightly at Amelia. "What are you saying," Amelia said while giggling. Helga was about to say something when she sees the bright smile plastered on Amelia's face. 'I guess this is fine too. I'm glad her mood got better' she thought.

she answered and reached for a book on the table. The hardback book was thick, the cover black with silver writing that read A Sex Maniac’s Journal. Creighton chuckled as he read the title. “Dr. Miriam Bachmeier?” he asked. “I’m a sex therapist now,” she told him and smiled wide when he laughed. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” he asked, noticing the woman’s eyes flicker to Sandra. Creighton turned and pulled her closer to his side. “Miriam, I’d like you to meet my fiancée Sandra Dennis. Sandra, this is Miriam Bachmeier, an old neighbor of my family’s.”

she said a bit weak. Miriam knew about her situation but not that her uncle always trying to have sex with her. She was ashamed to tell anyone and she thought no one will believe her or put him in jail since she's twenty one years old. " I bet a chocolate smoothie and pineapple muffins will make you feel better " Miriam beamed. "Miriam you don't have to buy me those each time I visit" shay said resisting. "Says who? Now go have a seat I'll be with you in a minute" she said shooing her off.

Let us find our true love and peace that we've been dreaming of for a long period of time. Mia’s POV Empty... Lonely... Tormented... fragile... My feet were unconsciously dragging me to walk as my eyes follow my feet to move, I can feel the breeze of the air are embracing my whole body that makes me freeze. I ignore all the people I pass by, and the noise they’ve made. I feel my shoulder bumped into something but I continue to walk till a hand grabs my arms and pulled me back. “Oh. I remember you, you are Mirriam Smith, right? I heard a woman asked but I didn't lay my eyes on her.

“We need to begin the cleansing ritual as soon as possible. Sorry, I was down for a few days, but my time is short. I need to hasten things up now.” “Has the Moonwhisperer been informed?” I asked. “Yes, and she will arrive later today, I’m sure.” I nodded, but my gaze kept drifting to the woman standing quietly beside the priestess. Something about her tugged strongly at my memory. Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I nodded in her direction. “Who is this?” “This is Miriam,” the High Priestess replied. “She is going to play a very important role in the ritual. Afterwards, with Maya’s help, she will help secure the borders and slow down the Feral attacks.”

I said back. "Wow, you're up early. Are you going to work already? It's not even working hours yet," she said, glancing at her wrist watch. I shrugged my shoulders. "I have to. I don't want to be buried at work." "Oh, workaholic. By the way, I'm Miriam Idica, but you can call me Miri." I smiled. "I'm Nala Kaydence Cabral, but Nala will do.” "Do you have any mixed blood? Like, a mix of different races?"

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?”