Meredith Grey And Derek Shepherd Novels & Stories

“Good idea, but I have to go. I ate four chili dogs earlier and now I have the shits.” “Ugh, I didn’t need to know that much.” Ralph laughed as he clicked off. “Amanda is right. You are a nasty, crude pig.” Derek stood and put his cell in his pocket. Then he heard his gorgeous bride coming down the stairs. He rushed to the end of the staircase and extended his hand to her. Chelsea smiled as she took it. “Careful. Careful these days,” Derek said as he guided her down the last three steps. Chelsea was seven months pregnant now and it definitely showed. “Thank you,” she said as she hit the last step.

I smile over at her warmly, nodding my head in agreement before reaching over to take the glass of milke and plate of cookies from her. Meredith is a plump woman, her hair beginning to gray around the edges, making me wonder just how old the woman is. The motherly vibe that comes off of her in constant waves is enough to break down my defences and make me feel comfortable in her presence. Maybe it will be easier than I thought to get used to the she-wolves running around in the pack. ***********************

"I can't even talk about this because I came after you as soon as the doctors got to them, but they were dying when we came here." “Oh my goddess!” Meredith whispered and immediately she starts to run outside the building, pulling Max after her. “If Cara dies, or Leia...I swear Max, nothing will save Veronica and Castellano from my wrath. Not even the fact that Veronica is pregnant will not help her. I will erase any trace of her from the face of the earth. " "She's what?" Max asked and he almost stumbled and fell. "She's pregnant" Meredith repeats and Max is weaker and he stops from collapsing holding on to the walls with his hand, but Meredith turns and looks at him nervously.

“You plan to abandon me because of this thing?” I shot up my brow in confusion. Was I being referred to as a thing now? “Meredith?” Damon's eyes shot up inquisitively, “What are you doing here?” “What's going on here?” Mr. Chadwick's loud voice captured everyone's attention. Norman cleared his throat, “She's Meredith Cox, Damon's girlfriend and lover.”

Fred, gently took mine and replaced it with a fresh one before taking the last for himself, placing my previous glass back onto the tray. “Since Mr. Fred is here… what about Mr. Grey?” I asked, raising my glass along with the others. “He received a call. His mother was involved in an accident, he had to leave,” Derek replied. Yes! Relief washed over me. I forced a softened expression. “That’s unfortunate…” “I’ll reach out to him when I travel,” Derek added. The engaged couple stepped forward to the center. The heiress stood in elegance and beside her, the heir remained composed.

Derek and his right hand man, Vieira stood and watched the healer as she applied certain herbs medicine on the belly of Sophia. Derek had still not transformed to his normal form. His eyes were still siren red and his claws were yet to return to their resting place. However, he was in his right senses. Partly in his right senses. The fury that was in him had still not gone down. But the moment he pierced the belly of Sophia, he had a touch of sanity. He had killed fifteen men without flinching. Seven were seriously injured. In fact, Vieira was yet to heal from the wound that Derek's claws had caused him. But the moment he struck Sophia, a wave of ice washed through the rage he felt. He had p

Sometimes she couldn’t help but think whether she was too far behind the times, even now she was having a hard time understanding what Derek said, if the evidence was right in front of her then she would have found out about it by now right? And if she was being honest she didn’t want to trust Derek blindly, he had a reputation. Though he never participated in any kind of war he was still considered fearsome by many shifters and getting on his good side only meant that she will on the bad side of the shifters. Not that she wasn’t already but she didn’t want to make things even more difficult for herself. A knowing grin etched on Derek’s face as he studied her right back, today he has dyed hi

Alexander's POV** The stark, empty corridors of the building echoed with my hurried footsteps. My mind whirred with strategic calculations as I made my way to Derek’s body. Every decision from here needed to be precise and meticulous—any slip-up could mean chaos for our already fragile peace. I reached the room and paused for a moment before entering. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, the metallic tang of blood immediately hitting my nostrils. Derek's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading around him. Seeing him like this, despite knowing the circumstances, didn’t invoke any sorrow. Derek had been a cruel, ruthless wolf who thought he could take what

When all the time. Derek was the black wolf: the powerful shifter who destroyed the place and killed Misty Sharpe. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my other shoulder, squeezing me back against the couch. "But…" I mumbled. “But you're a Peyton. I saw it in your family tree. His family hated werewolves.

When I look down, I see that Charlie, Zak, and I are in almost the exact same position and I chuckle to myself. Meredith seems to relax at her mates’ touch and begins to relay her dream. “I saw flashes of what is to come. War. Betrayal. Death. But also, I saw you Charlie holding two pups in your arms. They looked like twins.” Shock, joy, and excitement filter through our mate bond as Zak, Charlie, and I turn to each other. “I also saw my own pregnancy,” she whispers, looking up at both of her mates who stare at her in admiration.