Dear Meredith Novels & Stories

“I thought I was unworthy of being with him. I don't deserve him, Athena" The tears I've been fighting to keep away starts rolling down my cheeks. “You are beautiful and kind-hearted. It's worth every dime and every sacrifice. You are loved, Sloane. We all love you, don't ever question your worth. It's insulting to those who have killed and fought for you.” I wipe the angry tears, facing Athena, who is now looking at me with soft eyes. I smile through the tears, “Thank you.”

Doesn't she think it's pathetic? [Jedediah won't even look at her.] Indeed, Jedediah didn't look at me. He lowered his head, fiddling with his phone, likely replying to someone's message. His face broke into a smile. Probably, it was Georgia who had just added him as a friend. Just as he was about to walk past me, I grabbed his wrist. His eyes widened in surprise, and I smiled, "Jedediah Merritt?" The barrage went wild with comments, all cursing me, but I paid them no mind, focusing on Jedediah. "Excuse me, is Bruno Johnson your roommate? Do you know where he is right now?"

She could not accept that the woman she had just treated like dirt had, in the blink of an eye, climbed to someone even more terrifying than Lucca. “Don Moretti, perhaps you don’t know, but this woman would do anything to rise in status. She once—” “Enough.” My voice cut through the room, cold and clear. Before Victoria could react, I picked up a glass of red wine from nearby and flung it straight at her. Scarlet liquid splashed across her face. “Ah! My makeup! My dress!” Victoria shrieked as she stumbled backward. Lucca moved instinctively as if to shield her, but when his eyes met mine, cold and unmoving, his motion faltered.

Meredith gives the both of us a disapproving look before she turns back to whatever it is that she is cooking for lunch today without saying a word. “That husband of hers ran off into the woods behind her.” She suddenly says once I have made my way across the massive kitchen and towards the back door. My hand hesitates just over the door handle, my body turning slightly to look over at Meredith who is still facing away from me, stirring something in the giant pot of hers on the stove. “You better hurry off Alpha.” She tells me, still not taking her eyes away from her pot.

If he wanted to have a peaceful marriage with Meredith, they should give peace to the souls of Clayton and Barbara. “MER, darling!” Editha yelled to get her daughter’s attention when she noticed that they run out of stock of flour. Meredith immediately approached her mother. “Mom?” “Take my wallet from the cabinet and buy some flour because I still have a lot of orders to complete. “Right away, mom!” she answered and quickly went to her mother’s room. When she entered, she immediately went to the closet and rummaged through the four corners and unexpectedly found a box that fell causing all its contents to scatter. She quickly picked it up until she found an old photo.

“She’s been under pressure, okay? The wedding, the company merger, everything. She's not well. This is all... delusion.” I took a slow, measured step forward. “Right. Of course. I imagined your naked body in a hotel bed next to hers. Probably dreamed the receipts too.” “Receipts?” Ezra scoffed. “What receipts? This is insane.” Meredith turned to the crowd now, voice quivering as she leaned into the role. “She’s always hated me. Ever since we were kids. She said I stole things from her... toys, friends, even dates. But this?” Her eyes brimmed with crocodile tears. “This is too far.”

“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Call the doctor for me, I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” “So what if your illness gets better? Your life will soon come to an end anyway.” “Meredith Crawford, a devil like you should’ve gone to hell long ago. You’ll only hurt more innocent people if you live in this world.” Madeline directly went for Meredith’s heart without hesitation. As she smiled, she said, “This will be the last time I see you. Thanks for letting me know that Jeremy actually loves me that much.”

, she said to me. "I hate myself for being like this too. I want to be happy for once", I said to her. "You will be happy Mer but you have to let yourself to be happy. The world is not your problem", said she. "I know maybe I should be more like you", said I. "No you don't have to Meredith is cool enough as she is", said she. "I hate that all of this drama is happening because I couldn't stop myself from falling for Matt again", I said.

I slowly turned off the lights before hurriedly going out of the room after making sure that Red was fine and in his deep slumber. Walking downstairs, I saw Meredith who was patiently waiting for me in the living room. He was already wearing his evening dress and obviously was about to sleep. Although she’s forty years old, she still look like thirty-five. She’s like an aunt to me. “Dear…” She stood up when she saw me. She would address me as ‘dear’ which I also prefer compared to how Black’s people would call me before. Their way of addressing me was a little awkward and supreme.

Jakob asked, pinning his supposed friend with a wicked stare. Meredith didn't take offense; instead, she smiled widely. "I understand you need privacy, but you don't know I need to rub it in that I do not have a man. I'm too focused on my academics to accommodate anyone. You should be ashamed of yourself for having such a beautiful wife but never considering it worthy to introduce her to society." She replied. I wouldn't lie and say that I didn't like her energy. It was intriguing and I wanted to know more about this lady. "Tell me more about yourself, Meredith."