Meredith Grey House Novels & Stories

"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

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.

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.

Let's go. Grey nodded, following her out of the school yard and down the busy street. ___ Arder could see the expression on Grey's face when they reached Adam's house. It was the same expression she knew was on her own. A forced smile caused by the idea of living in the mansion. The house wasn't as beautiful up close. The door was unlocked so Arder just walked inside, leaving it open for Grey. Inside, she could hear arguing. It wasn't just a normal disagreement though; it was more like a screaming match.

Not even myself. I just… went. One train. Two connecting cars. A half-day of silence and cold air blasting through tinted windows. I wasn’t sure what I was chasing. Closure, maybe. Or a ghost. The Grey House stood far from the world. No billboards. No road signs. Just a lonely driveway choked with weeds and soot. I climbed the rest on foot. My shoes hit gravel that used to be a red-carpeted entry. My hair whipped against my cheeks. The sky above was choked in gray — fitting.

Meredith Hayley arrived four days later with two bags, three dresses and an opinion about the architecture. She got out of the car in Silverthorn's courtyard, looked at the black walls, the watchtowers and the wolves on the parapet, and said, "Still horrible." "It's been restored to full coalition standing." "Congratulations. It's an officially recognized nightmare." "I'll tell Kieran." "Please do." Then she looked at me. Really looked. Her expression changed.

he offers. “Just so she can rat me out to the healers' council, right?” I say out of frustration. Xander doesn’t seem to get it. “She won’t; Meredith isn’t like that,” he says. “Can we please not talk about this?” I was getting frustrated, and I don’t have the energy to pick fights or start arguments with Xander right now. ** The drive to the packhouse was slow and excruciating. The car stops, when a white mansion comes into view. It looks nothing like my old packhouse; this one looks new, with green vines sprouting on the walls.