Turning Red Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

The woman studied me for a long moment, her expression was unreadable. Then she smiled, but it wasn't a comforting smile. It was the smile of someone who knew terrible things, who had seen darkness and lived to tell about it. "I'm someone who knew your mother," she said quietly. "My name is Miriam. I was your mother's closest friend. I was there the night you were born. It was the night when everything fell apart, when your mother was murdered." "What are you talking about?" I managed to whisper. "What fell apart? My mother died giving birth to me, everyone said so even Xavier said so." Miriam's expression darkened, and she shook her head slowly.

A thrilling, sweet, forced-romance arc is about to begin! I stared at the comments as a chill crept down my spine. I clenched my jaw so hard that my teeth rattled. I replayed everything in my head and finally realized what felt off. His face was caked in such heavy makeup that I couldn't see what he really looked like. He'd casually said he worked as a livestreamer, yet there wasn't a single piece of streaming equipment in the apartment. Regret hit me hard. I'd been far too careless.

I quickly took hold of her hands pleadingly. She grabs me and then gives me a big hug. “I’m so happy for you Mia, I just know he will be good for you. You deserve this.” I hugged her back. “Thank you, but we need to hurry, you also need to get dressed.” I withdrew from the hug looking at my watch. “We only have an hour. We have to hurry.” “There, you can look… and no you can not wipe off your lipstick, you MUST keep it on. I look at myself in the mirror, as promised she did my makeup light but with bright red lipstick.

he asked, followed by a devilish smile until it turned into a burst of dramatic laughter. O N T H E O T H E R H A N D S, After changing clothes in the hotel's locker room, Ameira quickly walked away from the hotel. She needs to find a new job again and replace the name Shane Rivara as it used to. She was about to exit the hotel when she saw scattered police and reporters. She intruded on the people who were talking because of the incident. Someone suddenly hit her shoulder, causing her to stop. She looked at who it was but she couldn't see it in the crowd.

Her eyes were ember. “What do you want?!I am in no mood for jokes! I am having a very bad day!” She snarled at him. Her fiery red eyes almost rendered him speechless. For the first time, Ice was at a loss for words.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

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.”

When I reached familiar faces, I sat down in the chair that Ron pulled out for me and returned Henry’s encouraging smile with a small one of my own. “Ah! Look who’s here!” Miriam exclaimed loudly with false cheer from two seats down. “It’s our special guest!” She pointed right at me like I was some insect that everyone needed to watch out for. “How nice of you to finally join us.” "Could you be any more fake?” I muttered, spearing a shrimp and imagining it was her eyeball. “What was that?” Miriam demand with her narrowed gaze on me. “Any louder and you’ll burst my eardrums, Maram,” Henry drawled. “Allow us eat in peace. Please and thank you.”

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.