Meredith Grey House Novels & Stories

Maren called, moving ahead with the rest. I rushed forward, joining up with them as they filed into a lone bus. Meredith gave instructions to the man and he began to speed down the road, uncaring of the annoyed horns that blared his way. In no time we reached the House. The glamour around the building made it look like a lovely, demure cottage, but I saw it for what it was. A dark, stately building that rose up into the sky. The heavy pillars around its anterior held up the arching roofs, and on them, life gargoyles looked down at us as we approached, their ghastly wings spread out in readiness to attack. A shiver ran down my spine and I looked away from them.

My mind roves back in time to being in that terrible fortress with all of those ghostly, unmoving people in their gray cloaks. “Not gray.” I shift from foot to foot. “I apologize.” “The official colors of Meridem are yellow and crimson,” she offers. I suck my teeth and sigh. “Butter yellow, and a softer red is fine.” She nods and begins to turn out of the room, but stops, her hand resting on the gilded doorknob. “Ma’am?” “Yes?” “If you’d like… if it’s appropriate…” “Yes?” I press. Little lines of unease crease between her brows.

With these thoughts in his mind, he grabbed a small bag and dashed out of the house, ignoring his fiancée who still laid on the ground, wriggling in pain. *** Grey approached the first house in that area and peeked into it. From the outlook of it, he could tell that Alexander wasn’t going to be living in such a house. It looked old and ugly…coupled with the fact that it was deserted. All through the day, he checked through different houses, hoping that he would catch sight of Alexander’s home. At the end of the day, he returned home with a look of defeat. Just then, it dawned on him that things were going to be a lot more difficult than he actually thought or imagined.

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.

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.

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.

"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?"