Turning Red Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

“Yes… she’s not your—?” “No,” I cut in sharply, not taking my eyes off her. “She’s not.” I turned then, slowly, to face Miriam. She stood a few feet behind me, stiff and silent. Her expression was neutral, but her gaze didn’t meet mine. “Miriam,” I said, my voice deceptively calm. “Did you speak to anyone from Elysian Gowns?” She hesitated just a fraction too long. “I—” she began, eyes finally flicking up to meet mine, then falling again. “I only responded to the letter they sent. It was addressed to you, but you were away when it came, and it seemed urgent. I didn’t think it would cause any issues.”

That's the proof we all got from the media, right? Miriam turned away and took a short walk towards the bar. She held her cigarette between two fingers and took a long puff at it. She inhaled the smoke, shutting her eyes close and suddenly exhaled to release the tension with a mass of smoke. Getting to the bar surface, she reached for the saucer and stubbed her cigarette against the dishware. She turned back at a slight angle to face Ben while she took a short pause afterwards. She racked her brain really hard to relay to Ben--without giving a hint of her relation with Jack--how Jack had explained the twist of events that got him meddled in the murder. Revealing her relation with Jack Bannin

you express your feelings, and I’ll get angry if you’re wrong. ''Hik, hik, hik... Lily, don’t be mad at me...'' Miriam said, eyes pleading with Lily. ''You’re crying now?!'' ''Um, hik hik hik...'' Miriam nodded as she answered Lily, still sobbing. ''Good... keep crying. Let it all out... don’t hold it in... you’ll get sick if you do that.'' ''Yes... huhuhuhu... hik hik hik...''

Mira. Sitting on the edge of her bed, wrapped in a blanket, her dark hair messy and damp, her skin pale but alive. She looked up...and when her eyes met Scarlet’s, her lips curved into a trembling smile. “Scarlet, you sound like you've been waiting for ages…” Mira’s voice was soft, almost breaking. She stood so fast the blanket slipped off her shoulders, and before Scarlet could move, Mira had crossed the room and thrown herself into her arms.

She was nearly seventy and had delivered half the wolves currently living in Blackthorn territory. Nothing surprised her or so I thought until she looked at my blood. The small medical room felt tense as Miriam stared at a microscope, then stared again. Her face slowly lost color. "What is it?" Dante asked immediately. Miriam didn't answer, she just adjusted the lens and looked again. Then whispered something under her breath. My stomach tightened, "Miriam?" The old healer slowly looked up, there was a frightened look on her face. "This isn't possible." She said in a half whisper.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

"Manu, open the damn door," Bianca shouted, pounding her fist like a mad woman. "No... it's okay," replied Emmanuelle in a weak voice. She'd had to put her hands on the edge of the sink and was struggling to keep her balance as she watched her eyes change color. Instead of the usual blue, blood-red lines appeared. She took deep breaths. Besides, she had to calm down quickly and find a way to get Bianca out of the house. However, she hadn't anticipated that the pain coursing through her would be so intense.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

I started to laugh nervously, but Miriam wasn't buying it as she turned back toward me, she opened the pharmacy bag and pulled out something familiar. In her hand was what looked like a pregnancy test and my stomach twisted again immediately. Miriam crouched slightly in front of me before holding it out gently. “This is a pregnancy test,” she said softly. “I think you should take it and confirm.” Her voice remained calm and grounding despite the panic consuming me. “It’s the only way we’ll know for certain if you’re pregnant and if you are carrying the alpha’s child.” ** follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

It was obvious how much I was affected. But I had to fight to maintain my composure. Elder Miriam’s gaze flickered as she stared right at me. Her gaze was piercing as if she could see every bit of me, like peeling away the outer layers of a fruit to reveal the insides. I was being put on the spot, and I wondered if Aurora was enjoying this.