Novel & Cerita Miriam X Mei

"It stands for sixteenth of November: the day my little sister was meant to be born, and the day my mum miscarried her." "Oh I'm so sorry," I took his hand in a sign of solidarity. I could tell it still made him a little emotional. "How long ago did it happen?" "Quite a while now. Almost fifteen years," he replied. "Mum had some health issues which didn't help, but it was still a shock when it happened." "I can only imagine," I squeezed his hand. "We had her name picked out and everything. We'd decided to call her 'Blaze', so that she'd grow up with a fiery spirit. Even though I never met her, I still love her."

“Well, this is interesting.” Miriam chuckled as she looked me over. “It seems Mab has sent us a gift. Don’t worry sweetheart, your memories will return soon enough. Fae portals are a bitch on the mind.” “That’s a relief.” I sighed, a weight I hadn’t realized I had been carrying, lifting from my shoulders. “Who exactly are you two?”

Eleanor placed a hand on her hair, Miriam guessed she was trying to arrange them. "Miriam, you are perfect, nobody can resist your beauty or kind heart! Have you thought about why Christian fell in love with you in the first place?" Eleanor asked and she shook her head. "Because you are incredible, Miriam Alexander, our parents must be proud of the lady you have become in heaven! May their souls rest in peace." Eleanor said as a knock was heard from the door.

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

But it made me smile, enough Meira relaxed and sat again. "I've just had a bad day," I said. "I wanted to fill you in." And I did, Sassafras helping, while my sister, so mature, so much more at ease with her position than I was, nodded sagely before sitting again and steepling her hands in front of her. "Talking to Mom is out of the question, considering what you told me." Meira stared down at the surface of her desk while she pondered. "Agreed." Sassafras leaned against me, purr now silent. "Miriam's ties to the Council power have rendered her useless to us."

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

“Serious enough to keep her close. Very close.” Mia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Then I better go introduce myself.” She moved to the adjacent office where Hema was working, knocked once, and stepped in. Hema looked up, instantly recognizing the resemblance between Zayden and the woman before her. She straightened slightly, unsure how to react. “Hi,” Mia said with a bright smile. “I’m Mia, Zayden’s sister.” Hema hesitated for a second before responding, “Hema Kapoor.”

Pack members in the kitchen were mostly women and a few men, they were moving around briskly, chatting and laughing as they worked. One of the older women looked up when she saw me. Her eye widened and she welcomed me. “Lady Elysia?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron. I smiled softly, “I hope I’m not interrupting. I just… I wanted to help. Learn something new, maybe?” The woman chuckled. “You’re not interrupting at all my lady. I’m Miriam, the head cook.” “You want to learn how to cook? That’s a first for a Luna,” she smiled, offering me a chair to sit down.

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.

I wasn't careful and did as the girl said. The door was near me, so I quickly entered the training yard and went to the girl talking to me just now. She introduced herself to me as she walked, "I'm Mira." "I'm Sharmaine; nice to meet you." I'm friendly. "Sharmaine? Are you Sir Darian's wife?" Mira was surprised. I don't know if I felt it wrong, but Mira's attitude seemed less surprising than what she showed. I have been accustomed to observing other people's faces since childhood so that no expression can escape my eyes.