Dear Meredith Novels & Stories

"Ah, Angela. I'm sorry, but Mr. Takahashi's secretary called and canceled the meeting." "Are you sure?" I looked at Meridith, my secretary. My sweet-looking assistant, now she looked apologetic about my situation. Meredith is a petite woman with shoulder-length brown hair, and although she doesn’t turn heads, she’s pretty in a modest way. Her eyes while faint light up and she smiles at me, ready and eager to please. While I am the only other person in the office right now, it is not uncommon for Meridith to scramble into work once she starts to see me sending work emails. "Yes, Angela. Mr. Takahashi, reschedule you're supposed to be meeting today. And schedule it tomorrow same time,"

Carefully, she dropped the tray and took one of the little plate that contains warm soothing portion. Meridith collected the plate without looking and she drank the portion in it. In one go. It was bitter but it wasn't as bitter as her heart. "I'm sorry Meridith, but I cannot do that....if you want, I will call the mid wife for you.." She recollected Damon's words few moments ago. He can't even bare to touch her. Is she that vicious?.. "My Lady finished her medicine today. " The maid was super excited but Meridith wasn't even listening. Her mind was filled with several thoughts.

BEAUTY is found in every corner of an Englisian's home. The pastel curtains printed with small chamomile flowers opened, revealing the rosy morning outside the window. Orange hues of the dawn sunshine lingered upon the bed of Elizabeth. Anaj, the caretaker of the princess, went over the sleeping damsel to wake her up.

Meredith says as she lowers her register to the point of whispering. "Why are you whispering?" "I want you to know, that not all the mermaids support this marriage. Some of us believe you were wrongfully kidnapped and we want you to know we can help you, my lady." I nod and tell her thank you. I don't engage further in this conversation in case it's a trap. But judging by Meredith's expression, she appears to be genuine in her interactions with me.

"I'll leave you to your... business. Dinner tonight? Mother wants us to meet with the wedding planner." "Fine." Vivian leaned down and kissed Dominic in front of everyone. She was doing it to taunt me. It hurts but I looked away. Vivian was walking toward the door, however, she suddenly paused next to my chair. "You're looking pale, little sister," she taunted. "Maybe you should eat more. We wouldn't want you getting sick. Dominic needs you healthy." She didn't wait for a response, she just walked out. Dr. Morrison cleared his throat. "Just a few more minutes, Miss Hayes."

Clover watched my face change and her own stayed tight, because Meredith had answered faster and harder than she'd counted on too. I kept looking at the screen. "Why did you go so far, Mer?"

The degradation script was entirely Meredith's plot, but my presence is too commanding to ignore. Meredith stands in the shadows of the gallery, her jaw dropping as she sees my heavy body covered in glorious silver silk instead of the explicit ropes she provided. "I knew that fat human wouldn't submit easily," Meredith snarls, her claws piercing her chalice until the dark wine leaks over her knuckles. "Let her play her little game. The real slaughter has yet to begin!" She genuinely believes her claws hold the leash to my future, taking a slow sip of her drink as she waits for my public ruin to unfold.

“I wasn’t sure what you like in it, so I brought stuff.” “Thanks. Normally I’d sweeten it up, but a good shot of straight acid and caffeine is called for today. Just been informed that I won’t be done talking after I talk with you.” Meredith takes the top off of the cup, blows on it, and takes a long, deep drink. When she pulls back to swallow, she sighs. “Thank the Goddess for you, Rin.” “What’s going on, Meredith? The guys scared the shit out of me.”

But the next words when he lifted the call said another story. "Hello sir. I'm Rhea, your wife's colleague. Your wife is in the hospital sir. And the doctor wants to talk to you". A shaky breath left his nose as his eyes reflected the void of emotions.

She should have grown up to chase her dreams, not lie in a sterile, icy morgue. "Sweetheart, you must be so cold," I muttered blankly. My phone suddenly rang, jarring me back to the harsh reality around me. I wiped away the remnants of my tears and answered the call. "Sophia, there was a fire emergency, but I'm back now," Jared said, his voice laced with anxiety. "I hope Molly didn't worry too much. I came as soon as I could. But I don't see you two in her room. Where are you?"