Meredith And Hayes Novels & Stories

Meredith rushes to defend herself. "I haven't dumped her, Meredith. So, she has no reason to threaten you, me, or the company," Casey says calmly. "What! Of course, you dumped her. We are back together and getting married. You are done with this little tramp," Meredith says incredulously. Heather struggles not to laugh and how out of control Meredith is. The thought that Casey and she were still involved is driving her crazy.

Meridith knows that Damon wouldn't relent until he gets to the root of Daisy's disappearance and thar is not a good thing for her at all. Everything has just turned worse for her and much better for Daisy. The door opened and Meridith's hand maid walked in with a tray of food in her hand, "Food is served, Your Majesty.." "Get away from me, fool. I do not want to see your face nor any other person's! Get out! Get out!" She screamed, hot tears pouring out of her eyes. The maids eyes widened. She quickly dropped the food on the table before she turned and disappeared from the room.

her father said, looking at the certificate to see the name. "My husband, obviously." Mr. Reid ran his hands through his hair, frustration etched across his face. "You married a complete stranger?" He picked up the marriage certificate and read it again. "Adrian Hayes…" He looked at her. "Who is he? Some nobody?” Mr. Reid searched his memory, but the name meant nothing to him. If Adrian Hayes belonged to any influential family, he would have recognized it immediately. Instead, all he saw was an unfamiliar surname attached to the man who had ruined months of careful planning.

the girl said passionately. “I love you too,” the boy said as they pressed their foreheads together, not taking his gaze away from his girlfriend. ___________________ “ARE you ready, my dear?” Editha asked Meredith as they stood in front of Don Warrick’s vest garden at the mansion where Meredith and Randall were secretly getting marrying. It’s just a civil wedding that only close friends and family can attend. Meredith’s grip on the flower she was holding tightened. “W-we’re already here, so there’s no turning back, mom,” she replied nervously.

When he saw where they were he sat up and looked at Meredith waiting for whatever she wanted to do about it. Meredith stretched a bare foot into the grass on the side of the bed. She got out of bed standing in the plush emerald grass. She was still only wearing her panties. Brayden did the same on his side standing in the grass in his boxer briefs. Meredith walked to the foot of the bed and Brayden met her there.

Meredith was still unsure of everything, she had hoped deep down in her heart that if wasn't true. To other it had been centuries, but to her it had only being a week since she last saw him and now he was gone. Meredith held her chest in pain. Abigail didn't know how to console her friend, she was helpless. A scoff escaped Epheba's mouth, when she saw the state Meredith was in. She was glad that she too felt the pain she had felt all those centuries ago, when Calhoun had chose Meredith over her. He broke her and now she was being redemption.

She chuckles as if I’ve told a joke, “You’re Julia. The Julia. The Famous Julia. Your reputation precedes you. According to what I’ve heard, you’ve been causing so much trouble ever since you arrived, wreaking havoc and breaking hearts.” I stiffen at that. There’s no way Silas told her about us, right? I’m done with this conversation. “This has been nice but I must go now.” I walk away, but she stops me again. “I’m Meredith, by the way. Silas and I go way back. We’re often lovers, enemies, friends, then we reshuffle the cards and carry on from there. It’s exhausting but this one here has refused to fall in love with me. I’m not his, so I understand, and he’s not mine. We are waiting for our

Even Kevin believed her claims and showered her with more love and affection than before. Meredith seemed to already see the day she would become the wife of the alliance's chairman. She stuck her nose in the air and looked at me contemptuously as she said, "Forget it. I know you won't understand. You've married into squalor, after all. Maybe the next time we run into each other will be when you're begging on the streets." To her surprise, I grabbed her arm and snarled, "Apologize, Meredith. Apologize to the zombies now!"

AMAREUX. As I allowed myself to sink deeper into the realm of slumber, a fragment of consciousness lingered, drawing my thoughts back to the pressing matter at hand. The delicate balance between Meredith and Arayah, two individuals whose lives had become intertwined in a web of accusation and mistrust, weighed heavily on my mind. It was imperative that I find a resolution, a way to bridge the chasm that threatened to engulf their relationship and prevent the seeds of hatred from taking root.