Turning Red Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

"The practitioner is a woman named Miriam Crowe." The room went quiet. "Crowe," Rafe said. "Damien Crowe's mother," Ezra confirmed. I sat back in my chair slowly. Miriam Crowe. I had met her perhaps a dozen times during my three years at Blackridge. A small, elegant woman with silver-streaked hair and precise manners and eyes that had always made me feel like I was being quietly assessed and found slightly wanting. I had attributed it to the way some pack mothers regarded their son's mates. Territorial. Protective.

, vera Said coming to hug me. "I'll miss you guys too", I said and hugged her. "Just when things finally started turning around for the better ", Miriam said. "Well at least your name is going to get into history in this office, the woman that got the balls to tell Mr Greenwood how he truly was and he actually did not fire her, he actually got a suggestion box cuz he wanted to change ". I joined them to laugh "We'll come see you every chance we get, we promise ", Miriam said. "Thank you ", I said. Quite unfortunate that I won't even be living in my house.

Miram straightened her back and stood up right. "The answer to that is very simple." She walked up to Mia, lowered herself to her height and pressed her mouth close to Mia's ear, "I want you to suffer." Mia's heart sank, "I suggest you make it quick because you never know what will happen in the next few seconds." Miram moved away from her and smiled, "oh I know." Mia looked up at her, "you'll be chained and I'll make you beg and wish that I take your life." A satisfied look adorned her face as she stared into space, "you see Mia, that's the thrill of it."

Felix’s teeth gritted, his steps fixed to a spot and his fists clenched together. "What’s the matter, dear ex? You afraid you like what you see? Or what’s that I see in your eyes—regret? Hunger?" "You shameless bitch! How dare you try to seduce my brother after everything you’ve done? Do you think he’s going to want you after frolicking around with men..." Miriam rolled her eyes. I tossed my long, perfect hair past my shoulders, my nose going up in the air slightly as I tried to catch a scent.

LEON'S POV We arranged a phone call with Miriam two days later, both of us crowded around the speakerphone at the kitchen table, Patricia joining remotely to make sure the conversation stayed appropriately careful. "I want to start by saying I'm not trying to threaten either of you," Miriam said, her voice warm but measured, carrying the particular steadiness of someone accustomed to sitting with difficult, complicated truths. "I volunteer with this program because I believe people can genuinely change, given the right support. But I also believe in being honest, even when honesty is uncomfortable."

An ear-splitting whistle frightfully separated them, from the raunchy roller coaster ride departed Maria, taking a few steps back as she struggled for air when she realized she hadn't been breathing. Stupid kettle. "Fuck." He cussed, "that damn thing." With his teeth gritted, he said walking to the counter to turn it off. Red flushed her face, and she picked the tiled floor to be an interesting icon of observation. She kissed her contract husband. Did she like it? Absolutely. should she like it?

"I'm not going to kill you. For now. Now, in exchange, you will tell me who the fuck the Red Mirage actually is, and you will take me to her." Gary gave me another of his looks that all but screamed: 'are you stupid or what?' "You don't know who the Red Mirage is? Seriously? You were mated to her daughter and you do not know? You have got to be kidding me." I froze. What in the world? .............. Meghan's Pov

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.”

This time whatever behavior I portrayed wasn't an act up but a real one. “I'm now pretty.” she released me from the embrace. “You look more beautiful than the last time I saw you. I blushed at her compliments. “Ohh Humairah, you really don't have to take all the troubles coming.” Miriam squealed like a young teenage girl “How can I possibly not rush down to see you after hearing you got admitted into the hospital. Won't that be bad of me ?” “How are you feeling now?” “Much better.” Miriam responded.

“Can you not bring Miriam into this right now?” But before I could answer, the door slammed open so hard it made the blinds rattle. Miriam walked in. She came in like she owned the air we breathed, wearing another one of her dramatic designer outfits, sunglasses pushed up on her head, lips painted a lethal red. “Oh, Leo,” she said mockingly, eyes narrowing on me. “So I’m just Miriam now? Not your wife? Because you’re here entertaining this loser?” I blinked slowly. It took everything in me not to laugh. Not today, Satan.