Turning Red Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

he said gruffly. I sat down, rubbing my sore wrist, my eyes narrowing as the door opened. And then I froze. Miriam. Shannon’s right-hand woman in crime. Elegant as ever, with that same calculating smile that never reached her eyes. She wore a long black coat and a veil hat, like someone attending a funeral. Well, maybe she was mine. “Miriam,” I said, my voice flat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She smiled faintly, sitting down across from me. “My, my. Ten days and you already look like you’ve been here for ten years.”

Bonus points for money still being in the meter – a whole hour, which was probably just about long enough. Naomi pulled her collar up against the bitter late-October wind, shivering. She yanked the café door open, and spotted Mirrie at their usual table in the back. Immediately, any feelings of being unbalanced or skewed disappeared: her world realigned and settled back on its axis. She found her center again. Miranda Kane watched Naomi approach, her violet eyes steadily taking her in. When Naomi got to the table, she sat down with a huge sigh. “You OK?” Mirrie said without preamble.

I didn't even look at him. The guy didn't argue. He saw my face. The veins near my eyes were still black from the wolf shift. He quickly scrambled out of the room. He let the heavy door click shut behind him. Miriam was sitting at the metal table in the center of the room. She was totally losing it. Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat and tears. Her shoulders were shaking so hard her handcuffs clinked against the iron ring on the table.

Elora's POV “You couldn’t go against him?” I repeated after him. He didn’t reply. Just stared at me. Wary eyes, mussed hair. Hand occasionally raking his hair. I turned back to the shelf behind me and plucked another leather-bound book, pulling the cover. On the first page, a picture froze me in place. Mira. It was a younger version of her, smiling as if she were the nicest person in the world. I’d met her at the shop, ran into her countless times, had her stop us in the labyrinth, seen her with Zack, and lately, realized that she was part of the Crimson Circle.

She'd had her nails done as well in a shade of green so dark it almost looked black. Miriam was wearing a cream and tan cocktail dress and looked very lovely and mature for a sixteen year old. Ben mouthed a 'Wow!' at her and grinned. She returned Ben's smile with a shy smile of her own. Daniel looked very handsome and at ease in his dark grey suit and Ben gave him a serious nod which he returned with a smile.

Theo moved between her and the mirror instinctively. But then the writing returned, this time etched across the top of the frame like a crown: SHE HAS TO REMEMBER. Sloane’s hands went cold. “What am I supposed to remember?” she whispered. Theo turned to her, voice steady but low. “It’s you. The woman in red. She wasn’t just a metaphor, was she?” “I thought she was fictional.” “You wrote her.” “I was her.” She staggered back toward the stone wall and sank to her knees, sketchbook clutched against her chest.

I wanted to shower before, but now I had no desire to leave my room. I forced myself to shower. I dressed up and quickly left the room. I was already halfway to Mildred's room when I heard their discussion about fairies. I felt disgusted hearing them. I did want to hear more before I interrupted them. The shock on her face made her white as a ghost. I thought she was going to pass out again. When I asked her who they were talking about. It was Mildred that drew us out of our staring contest. "Mira was just telling me stories that she was told by her mother when she was little."

I say to Liam, "Do you want to come over to my house later for dinner? Everyone is dying to meet you since they have not seen you for years." Liam laughs, "Really? Your family is really funny." I nod my head in response and am about to ask him what his deal is with Zach, just as Melissa walks into the class; I almost forget that she is also in my class and I notice her red eyes. When she sees me looking at her, she looks around to look for a seat and that is when I realize the only empty seat is the one next to Zach. I feel another knife through my heart when I see them making small conversation but decide to divert my attention to Liam by asking him, "What is your deal with Zach?"

The night I had tried to drown my heartbreak in spirits and distraction. “What does she want?” I asked, in a cold voice. jone paused. “ Sir She claims she is pregnant, sir. With your child.” It felt like a slap in the face. I shot up from my chair, pacing the room. This had to be a lie. There is no way. “Send her in,” I said, rubbing my temples. jone nodded and left the office. Moments later, Miriam walked in. She wore a dramaticatic tight red dress that was screaming for attention. Her makeup was so heavily applied, her lips were painted a bold red velvet.

Camille grimaced at that, her facial expression showing how much she hated where the talk was heading. "I mean, if the rumors were anything true, you—" "Oh, they're true," Mira cut in, a grin on her face. All heads turned toward her. Mira smirked, one eyebrow raised high. "I saw the man with my two eyes. I mean, I've said it before, and I don't mind saying it again! I watched the damn hell of a fine man walk into this very clinic, and y'all know I know what a fine man is. And he was fine as fuck!"