Dear Meredith Novels & Stories

“You deserve the kind of love that doesn’t make you cry like this. Remember that.” Seraphine broke again in her arms, clinging to her mom, her chest aching. ——— The next morning, Seraphine woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing nonstop. She groaned, rubbing her eyes, and grabbed it from her nightstand. Dozens of unread texts. Dozens of missed calls. Notifications filled her screen. Social media, news articles. All about the same thing. Breaking News: Hale–Cruz Engagement Official! Ezra Hale and Ivy Cruz: The Couple of the Century.

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

He interrupts mid sentence when a vice president miscalculates growth margin. Typical Mateo. Halfway through the Rex acquisition deck, he pauses. The screen behind him displays the deed transfer date in bold white letters. October fourteenth. Two fourteen in the morning. My stomach twists because I encrypted that exact timestamp yesterday under the file name Tax Returns Twenty One. He stops speaking. He removes his glasses with one hand. He places them on the table with deliberate care. Then he looks at me across twenty feet of glass and marble. “Dana. Two cups of tea. Earl Grey, hot.”

“Felicia Guevarra was one of Crystal’s friends, your mother Cristine. They aren’t that close, but they were friends. Felicia told me that she saw everything and knows everything. Even though Felicia is a human, she knows about our kind. That’s why she witnessed how Dr. Raymond Madrigal and Crystal…fell for each other…as well as the day when Crystal found out that she was mated to that person…” Everyone is silent, especially me. I already know that story but hearing it from Alqamar still making me sad. “You mean…the nerd’s father was mated to Cristine’s mother?” Rael ensured. Alqamar nodded and Rael’s lips formed a big ‘o’. “Crystal told it to her closest friend, Zin Lumiere which was that ti

I turned to the rest of them, only to hear Fred speak again, "My company… please, I want it back. Please return it to her, she's tormenting me!" I frowned. "Who?" "Who else? Clara Walsh is a witch and a killer!"

Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph. "You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us. "Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett." Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does.

Four years at a medical school for nothing must hurt like hell, but medicine is a hard profession. Ellen Vardy won’t stop chirping on about how lucky I am to have been assigned Lexi to my team. She does not understand how lucky I feel, but it has nothing to do with her medical skills. I groan quietly, walking toward the pediatric ward. The main reason I’m heading there is because I know Lexi is treating a patient in this ward, and I’m hoping to bump into her. I haven’t spoken to her since I agreed that Denise should issue those release papers the first day, I’ve only noticed her in passing. It almost feels like she’s actively avoiding me, considering we’re on exactly the same shifts.

I corrected. Declan’s brow creased even deeper in confusion. “What are you talking about?” he asked. I decided then to read out exactly what was on the screen instead of trying to explain; it would be easier that way. I cleared my throat and started to read, “Ex-wife of Hudson CEO caught slipping into the residence of her alleged lover late last yesterday evening.”

“Why is this even a topic? I'm looking forward to seeing how the football club and agro-business will flourish. I can't watch that success from afar. I have to do my victory dance next to you, not at home with a bowl of popcorn and messy hair.” “I thought you would jump on that proposal like every other girl.” “Well, I am not any other girl. I'm Meredith Tate, and that is what makes you interested in me. I might consider it if we get married sometime in the future. Right now, I want to work on myself with work and gather as much experience as I can. Who knows what will happen tomorrow? You can never tell.” I stared into her hazel eyes, her words sinking into my brain. I stepped back, her han

Even Kevin believed her claims and showered her with more love and affection than before. Meredith seemed to already see the day she would become the wife of the alliance's chairman. She stuck her nose in the air and looked at me contemptuously as she said, "Forget it. I know you won't understand. You've married into squalor, after all. Maybe the next time we run into each other will be when you're begging on the streets." To her surprise, I grabbed her arm and snarled, "Apologize, Meredith. Apologize to the zombies now!"