Turning Red Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

A plate of warm toast, a bowl of rice porridge with soft boiled eggs on the side, and a side of sliced mangoes sat waiting for me. “You look much better today, Your Highness,” Miriam observed, pouring me a cup of coffee. I gave her a small smile as I slid into my seat. “I feel better, too.” “Good,” she said, crossing her arms. “But don’t think I don’t know where you’re going.” I glanced up at her, feigning innocence as I scooped a spoonful of porridge. “I’m just getting some fresh air.” Miriam scoffed, shaking her head. “Fresh air, huh? That fresh air wouldn’t happen to smell like burning rubber and gasoline, would it?”

As Alford's body turned into ashes, Sierra sighed in relief. Mira grabbed the sword and as her powers were burning inside her, her sword turned red. "You tried to take away my fairytale life. You tried to take away my Freddy. You tried to manipulate me. You tried to kill my baby. You don't deserve to live anymore. There is no one here to save you anymore." Mira roared at Marsha and stabbed her heart.

Miriam said in that high pitched voice I had come to associate her with. “No, mother superior, I wasn’t” Eve replied bowing slightly and backing away from me. I relaxed slightly, my breathing returning to normal but I knew that the danger I was facing was far from over. Miriam turned to face me her face a neutral mask “I hope you are ready, we have to get this over with and move over to the next phase of our plan. “Get what over with”, I countered. “You’ll see.”

"What's your name?" "Miriam. Though most called me the Shadow Healer." She reached out with trembling hands, stopping just short of touching Lyra's face. "I thought you were dead. Everyone did. The night the Shadowlands fell, Elena smuggled you out. Gave you to a trusted friend. Then she went back to fight." "And died," Lyra said quietly. Miriam's expression flickered. "That's what they wanted everyone to believe." "What does that mean?" "It means I need to sit before I fall." Miriam moved to a chair, lowering herself carefully. "I'm not as young as I used to be. And what I have to tell you takes strength I'm not sure I have anymore."

The streetlights flickered in patches, their glow reflecting off the slick pavement still damp from a recent drizzle. Miriam tilted her head back and exhaled slowly, a faint, sardonic smile touching her lips. “Edmund, I do have a favor to ask,” she said evenly. Her tone was casual—too casual. “See that pharmacy across the street? Buy me some emergency contraceptive pills. He was in such a hurry to have sex that he forgot to use a condom.” Her words were so calm, so deliberate, it almost sounded like she was discussing the weather. Edmund froze where he stood. The muscles in his jaw clenched, his eyes darkened, and for a long moment, he didn’t move. Miriam merely crossed her arms and stared a

The door to his room flung open. Miram and Aaron looked at the door to know who just entered uninvited. Miram smirked and pressed herself even harder on Aaron's bare and strong chest when she saw that it was Mia. Mia quickly looked down, "I'm sorry, I didn't...mean..." "Don't you see that you're interrupting us. We're in the middle of something." Miram said and traced her fingers from his chest down to his abdomen while seductively biting her lips. "What do you want?" Aaron asked monotonously.

And even now, as she came over with that overly friendly grin, I couldn’t shake the memory of how she’d stare at Dante when she thought no one was watching. “Tamara, it’s so good to see you again!” Miriam’s voice was sweet, her eyes wide with a look of innocence that I knew was anything but. “Hi, Miriam,” I said, keeping my smile polite. “Good to see you too.” She stepped closer, a touch too close for my comfort, and linked her arm with mine as Dantes mother had just done. “You have no idea how glad I am that we’re finally getting a chance to know each other better. I feel like we could be such good friends, don’t you?”

On the other side of the city, Miriam ended the call. Her claws trembled slightly as she pressed the transfer, sending the money into Cecilia's account. She shut her phone and lifted her gaze toward Elena. “Elena, what should we do next?” Miriam asked. She sat stiffly on the couch, her hands wrapped around her knees, eyes burning with a need for vengeance. Elena moved slowly. She stood in the small kitchen, brewing coffee. “Let Lucian enjoy himself for a while,” Elena finally said. She set down the pot, carried two steaming cups, and placed one into Miriam's hands.

His voice was a mix of sarcasm and something else Miriam couldn't place. "Yup! I see good news travels fast. In our defense, we gave him too many chances to come clean and each time he denied it. He tried to gaslight me. I maybe young, but I am not stupid." replied Miriam, the words stabbed at her heart, but she refused to cry over that man. As her cellphone started buzzing in her handbag, Miriam simply reached in and turned it off. Then, Miriam walked away to rejoin Tamar, Maya and Sharia without saying another word.