Meredith Grey House Novels & Stories

Meredith kicked the gate. The guard reached for his baton. "Terrence!" I called. He swivelled around to see me rushing towards him. "Sir, this woman is ..." "She lives here," I interrupted him. "Quit staring at me and let her in." "Right away sir," Terrence pressed the code, and the gates creaked as they opened, letting Meredith in. "Dirty asshole!" She cursed as her eyes stayed on Terrence. She then marched past us and headed for the house.

I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “Welcome to the Shadow House”.

“I still can’t believe you watched this family burn and did absolutely nothing.” My mother’s voice pulled me from my thoughts immediately. She stepped out of the kitchen slowly holding a cup of tea but her face looked exhausted. Older too. Everybody in the Grey family looked older lately. Stress finally stripped away all the arrogance we used to wear proudly. The banks took the mansion last week. Most of our properties disappeared too. The only thing remaining now was this house. The home I bought for Alexandra. The place that was supposed to become ours. Instead it became a shelter for the broken remains of the Grey family.

Standing up, she looks down in the darkness. A tiny spear struggles to break through the soil. She coaxes it into life, willing it. At last she turns away, gazing at the ruins of the ancestral mansion high in the woodland overlooking town. She watches it with the palest of gray eyes. Shaw-Meredith House squats blind and still, engulfed by ivy, roof half-collapsed now, its entranceway an empty gaping hole. . . . Occupied again.

Clara I froze, but only for a second. I tried to laugh off his suspicion. “Just because I applied healing salves, you think that I must come from the stock of royal healers?” “No. It’s your eyes. Your body. The scent of your blood. I had been trying to figure you out, and now I see your resemblance. She was an unusual healer. Highly skilled, but controversial. Yes. Now it makes sense. You have many admirable qualities, and you are not Transitus or Epsilon. You are the remaining bloodline of the fallen House of Grey. Lady Clara Grey, sired by Lord Donovan, Beta of your pack.”

There was just two groups of people who wanted the same thing and had run out of words for it. Greywood territory was smaller than Silverborne, tucked into a valley between two ridges, the kind of pack that survived by being tight-knit and careful. The estate was modest and well-kept, and when we arrived the yard was too quiet. The kind of quiet that meant people were inside watching from windows instead of coming out to greet.

young. A lot of scheming ideas quickly ran through her mind as she now stared with excitement at him. But suddenly, she recalled his words. "Mr Garrett, it's a pleasure to meet you." Meredith started, smiling fawningly at him. "I apologize for my behaviour earlier, I didn't think my late father would have let an outsider have his Will. The other Mister beside you must be Barrister Grey, his lawyer. Nice to meet you two gentlemen." She paused and glanced around the audience of relatives, her eyes briefly hanging on Mia before she returned her attention to Aziz.