Jeremy Madeline Meredith Novel Novels & Stories

At this point, I could feel her tears welling to the surface, and at once, I had pulled my hands to her shoulders, stroking her gently. “You knew it never would work, Evelyn. I don’t know what you expected” Aunt Bertha let out. “I’ll take my leave now” She called at once, reaching for something behind her. “But just before I go— She had pulled out an object, hands bearing it onto me. It was a glossy chinaware. The daylight beaming on its polished coating. “Congratulations on your engagement, Sweetie” she followed in a low voice, soon placing the item right on the porch, and then turning around to leave. Not after sending one last glance my way, one that had me swallowing hard.

With a nod, I follow Damon down the lighthouse's stairs. As we step through the door, I blink at the light. It's strange being back in the real world. It almost feels like the pocket dimension was real, and this place is fake. "I almost forgot what sunlight felt like," Damon says. He smiles at me, but he can't keep it up. His face falls. "Winter, I'm so sorry." "Thank you," I whisper at the ground. Down the hill, across the rocks, the motorboat that Alec and I rode here rests against the shore. Did the Silver Hunters see it? Is that how they found us in the pocket dimension?

“Go outside, Kendric. I forgot to give her something, so she will be right out in a minute.” I go onto the porch, knowing I’ll be able to hear every single word, so it’s not like they can truly hide anything when I’m this close. “Listen, I’m having to play nice. Unlike the rest of the alphas, they care, so do as I say and do not breathe a word of anything. Do I make myself clear?” Millie asks, keeping her voice as low as possible. “Yes, madam,” Valeria whispers back. “Good girl. Now go on before he suspects anything. If he asks, I added lemons to the list. I’ll see you soon, dear.”

Meredith was just squeezing orange juice and put some jam on the toasts, preparing her niece's favorite breakfast, at the same time making coffee with ham and cheese sandwiches for herself. Meredith wasn't an ugly woman - she was of medium height, with slim and athletic body, had shoulder-length raven-black hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with pale complexion, making her the real personification of Snow White. Men were often highly interested in her, but she knew it was not necessarily because of beauty. Meredith was a sorceress, and that was what she considered to be the main lure. Meredith was born in a well-known family, which gave her a peculiar charm which no creature could resist.

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened:

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

So, I found myself on a plane to the Malvara Isles. Days spent swimming in the ocean, soaking up the sun, I let go of all my weariness, relishing in the peace. Nine days after I left it all behind, I slipped into the bridesmaid dress my best friend sent over for her wedding. As I made my way to the chapel, I texted her: [Left the bouquet in the car, but I've got it now and I'm heading in to hand it over.] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me."

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

“You have a nimble mind, but inclining rather to disgrace. You wish to bring the Balirs to your side in their cups, so they may befriend you in case they win.” “Even if that were true, having been a martyr to the Talmir, I do not wish to become one to the Balirs; and there is nothing wonderful in that, for two mushrooms would spoil the best soup. And as to disgrace, I ask no one to drink it with me,--I drink it alone; and God grant that it taste no worse than this mead. Merit, like oil, must come to the top.” At that moment Kazuma returned. “The men have started already,” said he.

Mira didn't sleep. She lay in the narrow guest bed staring at the ceiling until the window went gray with early light, running the training yard conversation over and over until the words wore smooth from repetition and stopped meaning anything at all. *This conversation isn't finished.* *Kade. You can call me Kade.* She'd almost told him. That was the part that frightened her most — not that he'd almost recognized her, but that some reckless, exhausted piece of her had wanted him to.