Novel & Cerita Meredith Grey House

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

It was a run down place on the outskirts of the city, the kind of establishment that rented rooms by the hour and didn't ask questions. Room 23 was at the end of the building. I knocked once and heard footsteps approaching. Grey opened the door. He looked haggard, like he hadn't slept in days. His clothes were rumpled and there was a desperate look in his eyes. "You came," he said, seeming genuinely surprised. "You said my grandmother was planning to kill Serena." "She is." Grey gestured for me to come inside. The motel room was small and smelled like cigarettes and disinfectant. Grey had papers spread across the bed, along with recording equipment and what looked like surveillance photos.

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

Like a bloody leech that had latched on to my tits and refused to let go! “Meredith, get out.” I deadpanned, feeling the red haze of rage building in the corners of my eyes as I fixed her with a look that said I meant business. She squirmed with the crisp white gown and black apron uniform she had on, her caramel-brown eyes fitting everywhere but to my face. “But Your Grace, His Highness said-” She started meekly, ducking her short crop of messy black hair that flew from the maid cap she had pinned atop it before I cut her off.

She said. I looked around the house; it looked luxurious and massive. The walls were painted in soft gold and white, with long, flowing curtains that shimmered slightly when the light touched them. Everything looked expensive, the vases, marble floor and even the soft rug under my feet felt like something out of a royal palace. But it was all decorated with the Grey family crest. A silver wolf with glowing eyes on a black shield. “The Grey family crest is everywhere here,” my mom whispered slowly. “I don’t know who rescued us but I don’t think it’s safe here since we are wanted traitors and this clearly belongs to the Alpha’s family.” She said

Meredith felt like she was in trouble, so she once again put on a show of spraining her foot. She made Rose exaggerate the story of her injury to Jeremy, wanting to trick him into visiting her at the Montgomery household. The room was large and beautiful, elegantly decorated. Even the cloakroom was filled with various luxury goods. Meredith was obviously enjoying everything that should have belonged to Madeline. She had never felt a shred of remorse, and even Brittany’s death caused her to swell with pride at how decisively she handled it.

Immediately, notifications flooded the screen. News alerts. Unknown messages. Social media mentions. Her fingers felt cold. She opened one article. The headline was big and bold. “THE SECRET WOMAN UNDER HARRISON GREY’S PROTECTION.” Her breath caught. She scrolled down. “She has been living in the Grey mansion for months…” “Sources say she is more than just a guest…” “Is she the future Mrs. Grey?” Her chest tightened. Future Mrs. Grey? Her hands started shaking. She opened another article.