Novel & Cerita Jeremy Madeline Meredith Novel

I’m adding another story to this book. It’s set in the same world but follows a different path and characters. You can read it on its own, but it connects to the main story in important ways. I hope you enjoy this new addition. Title : ( RUTHLESS ALPHA ) Chapter 61 Eloise Richards leaned over the scarred wooden bar and rapped her knuckles twice to catch Wayne’s eye. He was pouring a draft for a guy in a trucker hat, but he lifted his chin in acknowledgment.

As I held my chin high, my shoulders back and my posture straight—I try one last time to make sure that it's perfect. ''Slowly,'' Evelyn mutters under her breath. I have to agree with her on that. With books on my head; it's quite hard to walk without thinking of the books falling down onto the ground—honestly, they've been in my head for the past hour than literally on my head. How funny. All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds.

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.

I asked softly. I creased my forehead when her eyes dropped into the folder I was holding. "Uh, I'm Meredith Grant, I'm Sir Gabriel Magnus' new secretary." I introduced. "New secretary?" she spoke in her tiny voice. I smiled, I thinks she's in her twenties because of her angelic face and her tiny voice. "You can walk straight to the hallway then go right, that's Mr. Dimefelix's office," she said. My eyes followed the direction she pointed before returning my attention to her, "Thank you—"

Hugging it close to my chest, I tiptoed downstairs and made my way to the atrium. With the coolness of the night freely circulating the roofless lead glass enclosed room, it was a much more enjoyable experience. I immediately wished for a way to be able to sleep there, but I knew that was something that simply would not be allowed. Settling onto a nearby bench, I lit a small candle and positioned it on a miniature tea table next to the bench. I was pleased that, with the candle’s flame mixing with the brilliant moonlight, it was fairly easy to read my aunt’s journal without significant strain to my eyes. Skipping over a few pages that appeared to be a young woman’s lamenting over being mi

“So, Miss Sleuth, I understand that you’ve had quite an adventure.” “Esmerelda,” I said, softly. “Call me Esmerelda.” He nodded. “Alright. Esmerelda, can you tell me a bit about what happened?” I hesitated going into detail with someone in the medical profession. It was such a crazy story. What if he thought me just that? What if he thought me crazy? Sure, he was a member of the society, but that didn’t mean that he’d been exposed to all that there is out there. What if his knowledge of the paranormal is more limited than that of Lance or Killian?

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

She’s only wearing a bathrobe and looking us up and down. Hakeem, who had been leaning against me, trying to go back to sleep, turns to face our mate. I feel his eyes widen and I understand why. Meredith slowly unties her robe and lets it fall from her shoulders. Underneath, she’s completely naked. The robe slowly falls to the floor, gliding over her curves, her full breasts, her hips, her legs. My eyes follow the path of the robe until it hits the floor before I look back at her face. Her irises have bled, making her eyes completely hazel.