Turning Red Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

“Not now. Or you’ll end up just like your father.” “Then what good are you to me?” Jonathan demanded. “I didn’t say we couldn’t help,” Miriam said. “I said you can’t touch her. But there are other ways to get what you want.” She picked up a small glass vial from the table. It was empty, crystal clear, with a stopper made of silver. “Her blood is dangerous right now,” Miriam said. “But it won’t always be. Give it time and her blood will be drinkable again.”

Athena’s look when we exchange eye contact says she is thinking the same as me. “Alright, to start this off I can tell you that Miriam is no longer Councilwoman for the vampires, and we don’t know where she is. She tried to threaten Caspian, I felt it, came to his rescue, she attacked me and I pushed her back. She then threatened my life and teleported out in a thick red smoke.” Mom frowns, while dad leans forward. “Her eyes were blood red with no pupil and no white, and her fangs were out. She looked like she was possessed, but what do I know?”

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."

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

he said, stabbing at a piece of wild boar meat with a two-pronged fork. “And I want to go, too.” “No, Asti, your place is here, with your half-brother.” Miriam was cradling a cup of mead in her delicate hands. Her own gown was velvet, in a shade which matched the burgundy in the glass decanter. Someone had re-fashioned the choker using a pale ribbon and, when he glanced towards the bed, he saw her poetry book on a cushioned chair beside it.

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.

“No, that’s n‌o⁠t…‌ we have‍ time. You sai​d—” “We need‌ t⁠o find a way to stop it⁠,” Miria​m‍ said. Her‌ voice was ur‌g​ent now.⁠ Sharp⁠. “Fast.” “How fast?” Miriam looked at me. Really look‌ed. Like she was‍ memori‌z⁠ing my f‌ace. “Bef​ore th‌ere’s nothing left of you t​o save.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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.

The cameras kept rolling, but even the reporters seemed to hold their breath. Every eye shifted between them. Waiting. Because there was no taking those words back. "Mirriam…?” Red’s voice came out low, strained. His eyes narrowed on her, searching—hoping there was some mistake. “You heard it right,” Mirriam replied, a faint, mocking smile forming. She tilted her chin slightly. “My real father is Roel Danes.” The words settled with finality. “I’ve had enough of struggling beside you, Red Knowles,” she went on, her tone cold, detached.

“I always prayed for days like these.” “Days like what?” Gavin asks. “Days when I'd see you extremely jealous.” Gavin mumbles something under his breath. Miriam turns to me and whispers. “Whatever you're giving him, make it double. It makes him behave like a normal human being.” “Okay, I think it's time to go,” Gavin takes my hand to pull me away from Miriam. “I'll see you in the evening, right?” She asks, and I give Gavin a confused look.