Meredith Grey House Novels & Stories

My voice held an amused tone and as hard as I tried to fain seriousness, I couldn’t help the happiness that swirled within me. Meredith was fun, much like myself in the way she could be carefree and playful. She laughed as she opened the door and even her laugh was smooth and aesthetically pleasing in the most regal way. I stepped over the threshold and onto the carpet that lay across the entire floor in the room. The main colors were gold, brown, and black. The portraits on the walls had oak frames and the bookshelves were made of oak as well. Nothing was glossy or fixed to perfection, it was raspy and edgy, imperfect in a beautiful way unlike the rest of the house I had seen.

Meredith was just squeezing orange juice and put some jam on the toasts, preparing her niece's favorite breakfast, at the same time making coffee with ham and cheese sandwiches for herself. Meredith wasn't an ugly woman - she was of medium height, with slim and athletic body, had shoulder-length raven-black hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with pale complexion, making her the real personification of Snow White. Men were often highly interested in her, but she knew it was not necessarily because of beauty. Meredith was a sorceress, and that was what she considered to be the main lure. Meredith was born in a well-known family, which gave her a peculiar charm which no creature could resist.

But he was also a man who was passionate about his work but at the same time caring about the wellbeing of his pack. I breathed in a shaky breath and stood up. Slowly, we turned onto a long dirt road. After a short while, butterflies began to form a path for us to walk past. I ducked under a wooden arch and in the distance, I could see a large white house. My mouth widened as I read the beautifully carved letter: ‘Meredith the Witch’ I turned my questioning eyes towards Ed, but he seemed to be ignoring me. He didn’t slow down. As I neared, I saw four more houses behind the one visible from the distance. Each house created a semi-circle and a garden lay at the center. I could see some animals

She considers running away but that would be a little dramatic. Gray hadn't talked to her after that encounter at the coffee shop. But it would be a lie if she says that she didn't look for him often. Gray Westmore is dangerous to her because she keeps on thinking about him at an unusual time like in her bed when she sleeps at night. Yeah, He's dangerous and she planned to stay away from those kinds of people. The cab halted at the front of the massive gates. Meredith held her breath when her eyes took in the amazement of Gray's house or rather a mansion. She stepped out of the cab and paid the old man,thanking him for his service.

Even the house's lights were brighter than before, replacing the dim and dark ambiance. Grey stepped out, carrying the champagne in a paper bag, hugging it close. He walked towards the stairs of Ares' porch. His heart was pounding fast. Bad memories rushed through his mind, and Grey tried to push them away, strengthening his resolve. It opened as he stood before the door, and a female servant bowed slightly in greeting. "Please, sir," she said, extending her hand and tilting her body to welcome Grey inside the house.

Meredith's POV A screech leaves my lips, and I jump back when an old man suddenly appears by my side. He might as well be the oldest man I have ever come across since I arrived here. His hair is completely gray, and the lines on his face suggest that he has been scowling for years. His glasses hang loosely on the bridge of his nose, and his faded, icy eyes pin me down with a glare. Plastering one of my sweetest smiles, I say, “Hello, my name is Meredith. I am looking for a book about-“

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.

"I won't let him touch you ever again. I promise." Behind them, the distant, looming silhouette of the Valderama ancestral house disappeared into the gray veil of the storm. Once, it had been a sanctuary of laughter and "old wealth" elegance. Now, it was a gilded cage owned by a woman who had sold them out—their aunt, Merideth. Suddenly, the darkness was obliterated.

"There was already a layer of dust in the house, but nothing had changed in the layout except for the absence of its owners." Nathaniel quickly went to the study. "The study room was also tidy and the computer was also there, but Nathaniel did not know if there were any important documents around." Mango stayed downstairs to investigate. "The Grey family was one of the richest families in Ocean City City, but why was there no news about something so drastic? Were all the servants fired overnight?"

The trolley rattled as it slid inside. “Where to, boss?” the driver asked, his hands tight on the wheel. “Home. No detours.” The van rolled through the sleeping city, headlights flashing on wet streets. No one spoke. Everyone knew silence was safer. When we reached my estate, the iron gates opened and closed behind us like the jaws of a beast. Inside, we carried Matt’s body down into the basement. The air was thick, the walls heavy with silence. Meredith arrived soon after, wrapped in a black coat. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen from crying, but her jaw stayed hard.