Jeremy Madeline Meredith Novel Novels & Stories

The boy whose name is jack asked. "I am going to tell Miss. Clair that you are bulying the kid again" She said fearlessly . "You dare not" Jack replied his confidence is wavering now. "Try me" The girl said tilted her head smiling slightly. "You will regret it Faith" After saying that Jack and his friends run away. The girl walked towards the little Asher and said excitedly. "Hi! My name is Faith Miller" forwarding her hand. Little Asher looked at the girl face than her hand contemplating whether he should shake it or not but after giving it a thought he finally shake her hand and said

Sudden heat woke Miguel from sleep. He was still very dazed, but saw an unearthly beautiful woman approaching him, her brown curls flowing down the bare shoulders, an olive shade, as was the rest of her skin. The woman's eyes were black with a clearly visible desire in them, her lips were full, pink, arranged in a wonderful smile. The features were perfect, making her the most beautiful woman Miguel had ever seen in his life. Then his attention was drawn to her figure - so streamlined, full of wonderful feminine shapes, but at the same time slim, with perfect size. She was beautiful, like a woman from a dream... Miguel really thought he was dreaming because it couldn't be real, she had to be

Her wolf screamed out the magical words - mate! She was overjoyed. She got her miracle. Alas, his soul departed despite the fact that she marked him on the spot. The torture was just too much and the poison had done its damage. She was so heartbroken when his body went limp in her arms that she killed herself. She plucked a handful of wolfsbane from the woods and returned to where his body lay. She ate the leaves and laid down beside him and waited for death to take her away," Scarlett sighed heavily as she stared at the yellowing page of the old book we found in the library.

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them. "Who says I'm without proof?" I smirked, pulling out a digital recorder. "Here's the juicy bit of Derick and Jasmine's midnight rendezvous from last night. While they played me for a fool, the kid they thought was mine was burning up with fever all alone in his bed!"

I might get late to school. I went downstairs after getting ready for school. It was so quiet. Are they still sleeping? Even the maids? “Oh! You’re awake.” I heard a voice from nowhere. I looked around and saw no one until Mereditha shows up from the kitchen. “You scared me!” I said and chuckled. She just laughed at me and asked me why I am so early. Mereditha has been serving our family since God knows when. Danny told me before that she already started serving ever since I’m not born. She’s too old to work too, my Mom told her to just rest and just guide our maids but she refused to do so.

“I’ll make it quick.” With a sharp exhale, Jeremiah pulled the shirt over his head in one motion, a shudder running down his spine as the cool air rushed against his bare skin. The purple-black bruise across his chest was a sharp contrast against the paleness of his skin, the bandage just beneath it already spotted with dark red. Jeremiah instinctively shifted back as Everett leaned forward, an unknown weight making his breath catch. Jeremiah fought the urge to cross his arms over himself and shield away from everything Everett would see as Everett’s gaze dropped from his face down to his chest with an unreadable expression on his face.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his broad chest heaving, his amber eyes wide with a strange, wild agitation as he looked from Jarrah to me. "Merinda?" Banjo’s voice hit my ears, thick and distorted. "What's wrong with her, Jarrah?" "She is simply exhausted, Master Banjo," Jarrah replied, his tone smooth, warm, and entirely steady. "The events at the gala were far too heavy for her delicate constitution. I merely offered her a warm cup of herbal tea to help her sleep." Banjo took two heavy steps toward me, his face tight with a conflict I couldn't understand. But as my eyelids grew heavier and the darkness pulled at the edges of my mind, the scent of the tea carried me backward three years int

She read the short notice. ‘I should be a traveler at this point and not some professor and writer.’ she lamented, envisioning a flight before she went back to the dining. Ren re-emerge from the shower, his youth now visible although the baby cheeks are still lingering. ‘Did I ever bring Ren to Boston once? I don’t remember.’ “I’ll call someone tomorrow then.”

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"What are you thinking about so deeply? You are staring at that wall like a ghost is standing there." "Nothing, Mamá," I lied quickly, turning on the tap and letting the warm water wash the salty food off the plate. "Just the breakfast. Diego was screaming about the salt." My mother snorted gently, wiping a strand of gray hair from her forehead with the back of her wet hand. "Do not mind him. The young lords return from across the ocean and think they own the wind itself. You must ignore the shouting." She paused, her eyes softening as she watched me scrub the porcelain. "I know that look on your face, Valeria. You are thinking about your books again, aren't you? You are thinking about New Y