Turning Red Mei X Miriam の小説・ストーリー

“Maybe what we all fear will not happen.” Her sister began to sing then, low-voiced, a tune Miriam remembered Queen Eleanor humming on many occasions as she wandered around the palace kitchens, pointing out herbs and spices and their uses to her two young daughters. For some reason wild marjoram sprang to mind with its pink flowers and aroma of citrus and pine. It seemed she, too, had regressed to her childhood. Unlike Daphne, Miriam didn’t have that luxury for long. Though it was only the middle of the afternoon, they came for her. It appeared some foreigner wanted to experience the delights of the pleasure room. He had specified small and dark-haired.

a redhead stalks towards me from the entrance where the last of the boxes is put in a truck and we are now alone saving for the man who gagged me and three others, all standing at each corner of the warehouse, their guns on their's hands, ready and alert. Miriam. She finally came. I only look at her as I calculate my chances which come up to zero. “I wonder how come you haven’t shredded this thin fill material by now,” she stops in front of me, her heels echoing. Her frame that’s covered in a red tight dress that stops below her knees posed as if she is posing for an imaginary camera in front of me. But I know she isn’t, this is her, the queen bitch, headache of a woman who I happened to hav

Maya signed in relief. Mira looked at the pallu on her hand and gulped when she saw red on her skin after ages. It was just a dream for her. "Stand under the sun, let the water dry a little bit... Then go inside!" Maya said. Mira nodded knowing the colour is going to ruin the floor. Damon was just in awe. He never thought that a girl could look so beautiful in red. On the other hand, he was mad too that she was not allowed to wear it.

Miram yelled, her eyes red with anger, "how dare you try to take me for a fool?" Her chest was rising and falling as she heaved with anger, "that's what you all ever say when in fact your desire is to become Luna and take what's mine from me." The tears Mia had been trying to keep at bay were finally falling freely from her eyes. All this was Aaron's fault and her heart burned with immense hatred for him at the moment. "I will never allow that to happen." "Then why are you still keeping me alive?" Mia asked her. Miram straightened her back and stood up right.

Gina said in a disgusting way. Miriam had been standing outside the hospital room of Gina for almost an hour now, she seemed to be lost in her own world but she swirled around when Doris had tapped her. "Hey, what happened to you? Why are your hands all red and swollen?" Doris asked but Miriam had instantly hidden her hands behind. "It's nothing!" Miriam insisted. "It's nothing_, your skin is practically well done. Who did this to you? That witch, she's going to get it because I'm telling her son about this!" Doris said firmly.

“And I still have to take my finals.” “I see.” Miriam stood, adjusting her beautiful royal blue skirt set. She looked so classy, whereas I looked like a rumpled mess. She began to move toward the door, which made me panic. “Mirium.” She stalled but kept her eyes looking at the door. “I’ve killed three people.” She turned and looked at me, matching the tears welling in my eyes. “I know. Nothing I will teach you would have changed their fate. Forgive yourself. You were saving the lives of people you loved. What scares you is that, given the situation, you would do it again.”

“And him? He doesn’t make you sick? Do you even know how many women he’s had? He’s just a singer, Miriam! What future do you think he can give you?” Miriam laughed then—harsh and bitter, the sound of a woman who had already survived hell. “Better than you ever did,” she shot back. “With you, I’ve faced storms that would have broken anyone else. If it weren’t for Ms. Morales, I’d be dead. Do you understand that, Edmund? Dead. So if you ever come after her again—” She reached for the knife on the entry table and pressed the blade against her own neck, her voice shaking but firm. “—then I’ll come after you. And we can both go down together.”

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN CELIA I was so excited with everything that was happening, my face couldn't even lie I was Blushing intensely as I made my way into the room the joy that I felt it was as if there was alot of butterflies in my belly. I prayed and hoped that Mira never gets back with Jeremy, I have no idea what he saw in her in the first place , it's not like she's better than I am in any way , she's just a witch who gets in everyone's way I just wish she'll disappear from the face of the earth and let Jeremy be mine alone.

I've never felt this way for anyone before and it's quite strange because she isn't even my fated mate. What if I mark her? I should. My lips part slightly to speak but my phone vibrates, interrupting the moment. I frown, pulling it out of my pocket. I see the notification message and instantly everything inside me drops. Beta Williams: Miss Miriam is dead. No, that’s not possible. That can't be true. I dial his number immediately, luckily the line connects. “What do you mean Miss Miriam is dead?” I snap, stepping aside. “Are you fucking joking with me?”

I also got a box of strawberries and whipped cream since I really like them. I was about to run upstairs when I saw Maria, the daughter of Mirranda. In other words my step sister a.k.a Satan’s Mistress. Tch. ‘Oh my sister. I really appreciate you getting me some strawberries.’ She said and was about to grab the box of strawberries in my hand. I raised my eyebrows and slapped her hands away. It was a light slap but she suddenly fell on the floor and started to cry. ‘Huhu sister! I was just asking if I could have some but you… huhu!’