Meredith Grey Hairstyle Novels & Stories

Her hair was twisted up in a French twist and makeup perfectly done. “You’re beautiful.” Michelle said with a smile as she held out her hand. “I’m Michelle Perry, one of Owen’s many sisters.” “I’m Helen.” She said accepting the hand. Michelle had short hair with a myriad of colors, it was shaved on the right side. She had bright blue eyes and black eyebrows with a silver ring in each. She also had a silver septum and lip ring. Her right ear had five hoops with a diamond stud between each of them and a double industrial.

Her blindness was made obvious by her action and it made her appear pitiful to any onlooker. Truth be told, the Grae’s current act of display could easily pass off as welcoming if only not because of their empty eye socket that left a gaping hole of horror in their face. Meanwhile, seemingly oblivious of her nightmarish appearance, the friendly Grae even put an effort into forcing a smile out from her sewn-shut mouth. “By the way, my name is Meredith and those two behind me are my sisters, Ariel and Steffi.” She introduced herself to the group and even though she lacked eyes, it still looked like she was staring back at Audrey while she was talking.

The moment I stepped out, Silas' eyes trailed down my body, not even caring to hide that he liked what he saw. "Perv!" I grumbled, going to my draw to pick out my underwear and then pulling out a pink silk tank top with matching silk shorts. I slipped myself back into the bathroom, throwing on my clothes and then running a comb through my hair. Even with my hair wet, I wouldn't dare run a brush through it. My tight yet natural curls left knots that fought against brushes. Like I said, my hair strangely resembled Merida's from Brave. Once I completed the gargantuan task of dealing with my hair; adding its essential oils to keep it soft and healthy, I grabbed my wet clothes and made my way out

Yet, Victoria was slightly closer to Carissa. Meredith arrived fashionably late. As Victoria's daughter, she naturally commanded attention. She was dressed in a stunning pomegranate-red gown embroidered with golden thread and a white fox fur cloak. 16 pure gold hairpieces with emerald inlays adorned her hair, and she exuded a regal grace. Henrietta teased her, "You're always the last to arrive each year. Did it take you half the day to get ready?" Meredith shot her a playful glare. "You dare tease me? I'll tear your mouth apart if you don't watch it."

"Meredith, I'm not sure if you're here, but I know you'll be angry with me for not respecting your wish to let you go. But I can't. Your brother gave me his heart, and you've stolen my soul. Woman, I know you're wild, but without that spark, I'm empty. Please, give me another chance at love. Let me make amends. Take my hand, let's face these challenges together." With a wave, I began descending the stairs through the cheering crowd. However, despite the excitement, I couldn't shake off a sense of unease. I wished she had come. Meredith, please-- "You're even crazier," her soft voice interrupted as I bumped into her, not paying attention to my surroundings. Turning my gaze from her feet, I no

Meredith's long golden hair was a tangled mess. Stubborn strands escaped the hasty knot at her nape to frame her flushed face. The clothes she had haphazardly thrown on were slightly askew, exposing a glimpse of her creamy skin. Dark circles smudged the delicate skin under her eyes, and there was a veritable array of angry-looking hickeys peeking out from the low neckline of her blouse. "Leave the poor girl alone!" Meredith continued in a tone of aggravated disbelief, shooting a pointed look at where Killian and President Bolting were seated at the dining table, whose eyes were wide with shock and no small amount of morbid amusement at her appearance.

“Just finishing the 101 midterm.” She sighed and pulled a face. Quite a face. Meredith had one of the most expressive ones I’d ever seen, with all her thoughts flickering over her features for everyone to see. I suspected some kind of fox shifter ancestry, what with her reddish-brown hair, pointy nose, and golden-amber eyes, but she’d never said anything. Or offered to let me sequence her genome. Rude. I mean, if you couldn’t sequence your colleagues in the department, who could you sequence—without offering a hefty f*e, anyway—besides your own family?

Meredith asked, but I couldn't comprehend her question as my eyes were fixed on Jennifer. She was clad in a short pink strapless gown with her wavy hair let down and smoky makeup, my throat parched as I ran my eyes on her body. What was she wearing? I wondered, and I looked away immediately because dangerous thoughts were already trying to creep in. “This uncultured girl wears this in the house, and I'm trying to reprimand her, but she's just too shameless!” Meredith roared, and I looked at Jennifer; she didn't look like she was beating the allegations.

Next to Abigail, the black queen, was Brayden the black king. Brayden wore a black on black suit in military form with several gray scaled badges and marks. There was also a black chain draped in a loop on one shoulder. Meredith looked down to find she was wearing a jacket with a chinese collar and two rows of buttons went down the straight tailored jacket with matching gold buttons on the cuff. She had on black stretch skinny jeans with a thigh strap holding a small dagger. Meredith wore knee high black wedge boots. They were in a distressed leather that looked as though they had been through several scrapples and battles. On her head a single thin gold band crossed around her forehead.

What…they wouldn't…I didn't think they would go that far, right? Oh God, Nat. You really are dumb. How could someone who had no qualms about killing someone and covering up not be able to do something much more despicable? “No, that's boring. She's already ugly. She can't get uglier. It would be like nothing to her.” One of them suggested. Meredith seemed to consider this and nodded. “How about we shave her head?” She asked excitedly and they all nodded, and clapped their hands excitedly.