Turning Red Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

To Edmund, it was suddenly clear—he had said exactly the wrong thing. Realizing there was no way to remain without making things worse, Edmund exhaled heavily and stepped back. His gaze lingered on the doorway for a brief moment—half hoping Miriam would appear, half knowing she wouldn’t—before he turned and walked away into the night. --- Meanwhile, Miriam was pushing herself far beyond her limits at the E.A. Corporation building. Fresh out of surgery, with painkillers dulling the worst of it, she had rushed straight from the hospital to the training studio. The faint, sterile scent of disinfectant still clung to her clothes, a stark reminder of the operating table she had just left. But the

"Red. We both want a total change. Make us both redheads. Fabulous ones" My eyes opened wide "Red? Mia, that is a very bold choice. Maybe we should just do highlights or something subtle?" "No. We’re being wild, remember" Mia insisted, looking me dead in the eye. "Red is the color of power. You said it was your favourite color. Let's do this, please? Don't leave me hanging on my big day" I looked at her hopeful face and sighed. I couldn't say no to her, not after seeing her squatting in that hallway earlier, clutching her chest in pain.

’ ‘Wow…her tri-color eyes…so wonderful…’ Mira’s eyes turned into her mixed tri-color eyes. From the dark pupil turned into a moonlight silver with an explosion of mauve that was falling to crimson blood which made the white part of her eyes partially gone. Mira blushed when she heard Angel’s comment but she leave it be and focus on his wolf.

Miriam, his twin, was a firecracker—fiery red hair cascading down her back, glasses on her nose that hinted at trouble, and a magnetic aura that demanded command. Then there was Mika Graves—petite but impossible to overlook. Her mother, the famed author Meeky, ran a prestigious publishing house, and her father helmed Graves Holdings, a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. Mika was golden beige, effortlessly chic, her eyes sharp as a blade.

Miriam let out a dramatic scream, tossing her phone aside and rolling on her back. She kicked her legs in the air like an excited child before sitting up again, her grin wide and mischievous. “What am I supposed to understand from your screams?” I asked, nudging her with my foot. She stood up on the bed, her hands gesturing wildly. “It looks like you, my dear, are about to have a romantic night swim with Mr. Big Shot himself!” “Swimming?” I echoed. “What if that’s not what he meant?” Miriam hopped off the bed, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the dressing room. “Then you’ll be prepared for whatever he does mean. Now, let’s pick out something sexy.”

Anna said "I know you are trying to console me and I appreciate it, but sometimes love is never enough. He showed me love, care and everything that I needed as his wife but I broke his trust and I can't forgive myself for it. But since he is taking a new wife o won't stand in the way of that" Amira said wiping away the drop of tears on her face Back in Vartell

Mahira aunty said making us laugh. "Okay aunty don't worry! We'll bring her down with us. Anything else?" I asked. "Oh yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me Mia! There's a vermilion filled plate in the store room. Please bring that after helping Samaira!" Aunty said. I smiled and said,"Of course aunty! You don't need to say please."

Stronger. And then I see my reflection in the still water pooling in the cavern. A wolf. Huge. White as fresh snow. Silver eyes glowing like moonlight. My heart nearly stops. “That… that’s not me,” I whisper inside my head. “That can’t be me.” But when I step forward, the wolf in the water steps forward. When I tilt my head, she tilts hers. It is me. A strangled sound escapes my throat. Or… whatever wolves have instead of throats.

The note read: "You look stunning in red. -D" Seraphina's heart skipped a beat as she reached out to touch the soft, silky fabric. She had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember... Moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Makeup and hair, courtesy of Damien," a cheerful voice announced. In walked a talented stylist, armed with a makeup bag and a hairbrush. Seraphina was taken aback but pleased by the surprise. She sat back and let the stylist work her magic, transforming her face with a natural yet elegant look. A soft, smoky eye, a subtle blush, and a swipe of red lipstick - the final result was stunning.

She wants what is hers, to be hers Gladys got that gene too. But hers was more like that of a villain Me: how can I change from being Gladys? I don't want to be Gladys. I'm not Gladys Ma'am Nina : you're Rainbow Me: but I have Gladys face Ma'am Nina : that's easy to change She touched my cheek and I felt a tinkling sensation Ma'am Nina: check the mirror I took the mirror and screamed Me: Rainbow I looked exactly like the real me