Meredith Grey Hairstyle Novels & Stories

I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, just as the door swung open, revealing a golden-skinned, dark-haired girl in a purple dress. "What are you two looking at??" Meredith. I smiled slowly as she rushed into the room. "Why do you look like that?!" I asked with amusement, and she glanced down at herself with a little frown. "It's my disguise, and I think it looks awesome," she said.

As they saw me approaching, Meredith set down her gardening trowel down and smiled happily to me. “Britty!” she gleamed, and she rushed over and hugged Aurora. My wolf whined happily and nuzzled her excitedly, nearly knocking my delicate friend down. After a moment, we took a step back and I quickly shifted back into myself. I pulled the fitness outfit out of my bag and quickly changed into it, so not to blind anyone from my ivory skin. “Lovely to see you, my friend.” Meredith greeted happily. She was of Celtic decent; her entire family was. Indeed, her grandmother was a very old and respected witch of white magic as well as a respected member of the council.

From the base of her waist length black hair, red roots coloured, Inching upwards to a pale Red and then amber, giving way to gold, honey, blond and then platinium. Thin threads of platinium ran up scantily through the remaining length of her dark hair, twining with black strands. Awful. An awful lot of fiery colours. They weren't always that way, on her seventh year they turned colourful. Her eyes were said --by Meredith-- to have a witchy glow to it, she was sure Meredith fully intended the pun. Meredith further proceeded to say, her green iris shone with devilish vehemence, and the blue gathering at her pupils glowed with the savage intensity of a hound on the hunt for its next meal

He hopes that they won't aim at each other's neck. All eyes are on Aesthelia's way, and Merideth, who is trembling in fear uncontrollably. Aesthelia hitched her breath as her eyes fell on the famous female lead, Merideth Reiss. Now she understands why the readers and fans are going crazy about Merideth Reiss. She's gorgeous. She stands out the most from the crowd of beauties. She has green wavy hair, long eyelashes, round black eyes, and pale white skin.

Daphne's my age, really beautiful, short dark hair, blue eyes and she's cool, well sometimes. The uniforms are cool too we all wear a caramel-colored shirt, brown pants, and any kind of shoe except high heels and boots. All ladies have to put their hair up in a ponytail. I spot Chris sitting on his own he waves at me and I wave back and walk towards him holding my small notebook and pen. "Hey, Chris." "Hey Flint, how are you how was your weekend?" Not catering to my werewolf boyfriend's needs if that's what you're asking.

“Prepare for our future luna.” Hakeem and I look to the bend in the stairs and see Meredith come into view. She’s...stunning. I mean, absolutely ravishing. She is dressed in a floor length white, spaghetti strapped dress with thin silver stripes of crystals running from the right bodice to her left hip. The dress hugs her figure and the heels she is wearing push her curves out even more. Her hair is swept into an elegant updo to show off her matemarks. She wears just a little makeup to highlight her features. She looks every inch the luna that she is meant to be. “Well…” Meredith’s voice is hesitant, as I’m sure we have stared at her so long.

Despite the luxurious surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Meredith sat across from me, her eyes trained on me like a predator stalking its prey. I could feel her gaze on me, weighing me down, making me feel uncomfortable. She was dressed in a beautiful red gown, her blonde hair pulled back into an elegant bun. She looked stunning, but the look on her face told me that she was up to something, something dangerous.

not gonna trade that for anything. I walk slowly, into the living room, the air-conditioned stillness of the house making me wonder if anyone is actually home. I stop dead when I reach the dining area. Meredith is here. She's slumped over the table, her head resting on her folded arms. Her blonde, curled hair has fallen over her face, obscuring her features, but it's the color that catches my eye. I rub my eyes, blinking hard to make sure I'm not hallucinating.

LUKAN "Why did you take so much time in the bathroom?" I asked Merida who was sitting before the dresser staring at the beauty collection before her , clueless on what to do . Her hair was raised high on her head in elegant waves and the fish tail gree gown made her look kind of beautiful, I could have been better if the gown hugged her curves but there was nothing. "Because , I like —" Again she trail off and I wasn't bothered to continue with the discussion.