Dear Meredith Novels & Stories

“Now that you can see who you are talking to. who has you. I would like us to get down to business. I woke up and opened your mouth to answer me and me alone. No one else, he ordered. I gave him a nod. A girl walked in toward me; she was wearing a white, handless cotton gown with a blue shoe. Her skin was filled with marks; her blue eyes were dimmed; they had lost the joy of life. Her face looked familiar; it did not take a while for me to recognise her. She was Meredith. Grim sister. She walked towards me looking lifeless. She looked weaker than she was in our pack. What could have happened to her? I thought she was a Killian slave. What was she doing with Damjne in his pack?

I didn’t need to wake her up at all. “I thought I explained it already,” Meredith stated, turning to me and walking backward. She was cocky, to say the least, but her personality resonated that of the drunk but cool aunt who never married. “Something about witches, I don’t understand,” I said in a low voice.

And now, it was too late. He sank into the chair opposite Meredith, folding his hands together on the table. “She loves you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Both of you. Don’t ever doubt that.” “But she’s not here,” Meredith said, staring into her cereal. “I know. But that doesn't stop her love at all.” Dee turned back to the stove, blinking rapidly. The eggs were starting to burn. She muttered a soft curse under her breath and turned off the heat.

Meredith snipes back. Meredith is a stunning woman: a statuesque beauty with long, dark brown hair. She is wearing a figure-hugging red dress that shows off her curves without being inappropriate for the office. Casey has always known that Meredith is beautiful and used to be very affected by her body, but now he feels nothing for her. She is simply an annoyance in his day. "I am here to gather any hard copies Vincent had here as I am taking over some of the CFO duties during this time of transition," Casey tells her, hoping to keep their interaction brief.

MEREDITH'S POV I was bored out of my freaking mind sitting at this excessively large table with people who kept staring at me as if I were beneath them. "So Maribel what's your last name?" Mr. McTavish asked while he cut into his bloodied steak. His fork scraping over the crockery made a sound that reminded me of car drawing brakes. "Father, for the last time, her name is Meredith," Max emphasized to his dad while drinking his wine. I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster. I could fight my own battles.