Who Is Menma Novels & Stories

“Akhenaten mentioned a Menes in the server. You also said that was your name. I now think you use two handles, depending on the people whose attention you want to attract.” “That’s true. Menes is a syndicate boss that has guns of her own. Bastet is just a lonesome and problematic wife, who ran away from her home.” Delta sighed. There was a stark difference, but both were indeed the same woman—only different phases of her life. “You should have prepared another for a third handle.” Wolfram couldn’t help but pull her closer by wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “The one with a supercharged battery to let you fight off your dangerous enemies…”

she confessed with sharp eyes, her look, strong and fierce as dagger, a gaze that pierced into Lilia's heart. Lilia's eyes widened in shock, her head spinned around and she felt like she was going to drop dead any minute. She stared at the angry eyes of Suna, her face ready to snap her with dagger looks, "Yes!" Suna yelled, "Mama Gunad is your mother and she is the real Mena, the queen of Anedo" She revealed and turned to King Arthur whose heart beat rose by the truth.

“Leave it.” “Sa, Anzi is—” “Your mate. Which blinds you.” There was something familiar about the way he spoke. The mistrust, the aggression…Calmer, but definitely bore a resemblance both in voice and in garb—“You remind me of Minnakhet,” she said shortly. “He and I don’t have a good understanding, either.” “That’s Neb-Minnakhet to someone like you,” the man growled, but before Anzi could ask what the significance of a single syllable could be in such a long name, Kai pulled him back with a firm hand on the larger man’s shoulder.

This hurt as fuck, but when I walked to the lake nearby, it was worth every second of it. “So, you were in my head. Oh my god, I thought that I had some kind of torture-ridden paranoia.” I looked at the magnificent reflection of a white wolf tinged with a mixture of lilac, ash and golden ombré-like shine endings on the fur. It is hard to explain. She looked regal. She shared the shine, colour and shades of the full moon above us. “Lovely to meet you finally. My name is Meena,” she said. “Meena, it sounds as if it was derived from the mean”, I internally giggled. Meena scoffed, visibly annoyed with my smart-ass remark and responded: “Do you know, Missy, that this name is actually derived from

I remind myself that it’s just another part of the life of the Menae. Cordell and I lead the group of nine Menae, known as the Maven. Not just in this lifetime, during all of our spirits' journeys. The eleven of us have a natural talent for various aspects of knowledge, politics, business, and money. It helps us maintain all of our business ventures and helps finance anything our large family may need. Since our memories and experiences follow us from lifetime to lifetime, our experiences almost exceed our bank accounts. Almost.

"Yes, I am… sorry boss. Did you just say that it was Kierra? Your Kierra? The one you lost ten years ago" "Yes, Menessa. She is the one! Do you know her? Have you seen her?" "Uhhh….. She has been working…..as an accountant in our firm and she currently stays with your brother. She's the woman I had been telling you about, your brother's woman, Kierra." Menessa said stuttering "What! She's where?" I yelled "Hello, Hello, Menessa." There was no answer… the line was down…

I notice another fleck of violet remains when she blinks and sighs. Kas looks around and smiles as if she’s surprised that she is standing in front of the pack. When she speaks, her Goddess voice booms. It blankets us with pure love and warmth like I’ve never felt before. “Eímaste oi Menae. Eímaste enoménoi. [We are the Menae. We are united.]”

Kronos said. “ Oh yes; where are my manners? You may call me Sigma Menkera, former member of the Koame Anansi Tribe,” the man said with a theatrical bow. “ No need to introduce yourself; I read your file quite thoroughly, Kronos.” “ My file?” Kronos asked