Novel & Cerita Turning Red Mei X Miriam

She and her entire family owed Heath their lives. "That's why," Miriam looked down at Julian and Heinrich. "Keep your promise." Heinrich saw a cold glint and a small hatred in Miriam's eyes. Something that only lasted a moment. "Otherwise, I will bring my family back to the West Continent to fight," Miriam said in a cheerful voice. Heath raised his eyebrows high in surprise. But then he smiled. He had always known Miriam had a similar temperament to him. That was why Miriam was his Mate.

My eyes widened and I inhaled softly. Megan Lou... "Um, ma'am!" I swallowed and immediately looked away. My hand trembled and the memory came back to when he humiliated me. "Ma'am." I have to get out of here. "Ma'am, are you all right?" That's when I came to my senses and blinked. When I looked at Rea I saw the concern on her face. "Sorry..." I looked back at Megan Lou's band and I still saw it so I was even more confused.

Miriam said in that high pitched voice I had come to associate her with. “No, mother superior, I wasn’t” Eve replied bowing slightly and backing away from me. I relaxed slightly, my breathing returning to normal but I knew that the danger I was facing was far from over. Miriam turned to face me her face a neutral mask “I hope you are ready, we have to get this over with and move over to the next phase of our plan. “Get what over with”, I countered. “You’ll see.”

Then, filled with shame, anger, and tears in her eyes, Miranda cried out, "Madam, how dare you humiliate me like this?" The Countess, still shouting, retorted, "Don’t act high and mighty in front of me. You are not the real Miranda! Otherwise, why would you refuse to prove it?" "Fine!" Miranda’s face flushed with fury, and she suddenly shouted, "If you insist on verification, then I’ll let you see for yourself! Let everyone see if I have the red mark on my back and whether or not I am Miranda!" With that, she turned around abruptly, facing away from everyone as she removed her outer garment, revealing a bright red mark as vivid as cinnabar.

like old times. Mira’s head rested against Scarlet’s thigh. “I’m sorry,” Mira whispered, voice barely there. “I was jealous. Greedy. I wanted something that wasn’t mine and threw away everything that was.” Tears soaked Scarlet’s jeans. “Punish me. Hate me. Just… don’t leave me.” Scarlet’s throat burned. She brushed Mira’s hair back gently. “I’m not your executioner. And I’m not leaving.” Mira smiled weakly, eyes fluttering shut. “I wish I could rewind everything…”

"Wasn't Miriam supposed to marry Cedric? How did she suddenly turn into a madwoman?" "Rumor has it her condition worsened after Cedric provided her with medication, and she somehow learned that Mr. Keller has a special antidote." "Ah, given her current state, it's no wonder she's clinging to Mr. Keller." Upon hearing this, I only sneered coldly. Miriam stubbornly fixed her gaze on me, her eyes filled with desperate obsession. "You promised you would only ever marry me, so how could you marry someone else? Just save me one more time, okay? Only your blood can neutralize the poison in me. I don't need much. I only want 23 ounces, is that okay?"

But in that moment, as he stood before her with humility and vulnerability, Raul dared to hope that their bond could be restored, that they could heal together and forge a new beginning. Miriam’s heart however, was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. For years, she had carried the weight of bitterness and hurt caused by her brother's actions, the pain of exile from her pack and separation from Leonard, her mate. Yet, in this moment, as Raul stood before her with remorse etched on his face, Miriam felt a stirring of something unexpected – forgiveness.

MIRA Mira could feel the tension between them, her cousin and his stepsister, Violet. The curvy redhead was like an open book, her pale skin flushed at every jab Mira threw. She just couldn't hide her embarrassment or throw back a sassy reply at Mira. The blonde loved how flustered the redhead gets at every of her comments, something was definitely going on between the two. A wicked thought flashed through Mira's head as she watched Lucian and Violet walk out of the kitchen.

And Miriam… she was the lightning asking to be struck. Miriam stood just a few inches away from me, dressed in one of those glimmering red gowns that looked like it was stitched with lies and venom. Her dark red lipstick curled into a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. Those eyes, oh, those eyes were busy pulling me apart. Like I was a thing she could dissect and discard. She tilted her head and said with a smug voice, “I know your type, Norah. I could see clearly what you’re doing. You don't act like a victim Norah…. You're poisonous.”

Everything seemed to have dwindled in size. I sat on the leather chair and went through my phone. I had no interest in working here. The door opened and closed. A very red-faced Meghan stood at the door. She was wearing a thick bathrobe above her pajama top. "Who could be chasing you at this hour." "Miriam." "Why would Miriam be chasing you?" "She's not chasing me, I think she knows. I just met up with her and when she saw me, she was blushing and I swear she couldn't even look me in the eye."