Meredith Grey Season 2 Novels & Stories

Her bright green eyes stared back at me as she leaned in to look at the camera. "Good Morning! Let's get this show on the road!" Meredith cheered as she leaned back so I could see her. Her normal peppy attire had been replaced with dark olive cargo pants and a black tank top. With her hair tied back in her normal braid, but this time going down her back, she looked like she was ready for battle... or at least a camping trip. Demetri's hand slid around my waist, pulling my back into his chest. "Tell her to go away."

Meredith's already there, fighting three operatives with brutal efficiency. She's shifted partially, scales covering her arms, claws extended. She's magnificent and terrifying. But she's outnumbered. Briton shifts mid-leap and crashes into the nearest operative. The man goes down hard. Briton's jaws find his throat. Meredith takes down the other two. Together, they force open the extraction room door. Herston's strapped to a table, unconscious. Silver tubes connect to her arms, draining glowing essence into containment vessels. Quentin stands beside her, monitoring the process calmly.

She’s only wearing a bathrobe and looking us up and down. Hakeem, who had been leaning against me, trying to go back to sleep, turns to face our mate. I feel his eyes widen and I understand why. Meredith slowly unties her robe and lets it fall from her shoulders. Underneath, she’s completely naked. The robe slowly falls to the floor, gliding over her curves, her full breasts, her hips, her legs. My eyes follow the path of the robe until it hits the floor before I look back at her face. Her irises have bled, making her eyes completely hazel.

he answered, taking another sip of his wine. The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. Before I could process this disturbing information, the sound of a glass clinking caught everyone's attention. All heads turned in unison towards the stage where Mrs. Grey stood, a satisfied smile gracing her perfectly made-up face. "On behalf of my family and myself, we would like to thank you all for being here with us tonight," she began, her voice carrying easily through the hall. As Mrs. Grey continued her speech, my mind wandered. I couldn't shake the unease that Lucas's words had stirred in me. How could Damien live like this, constantly surrounded by potential enemies? And more

My head turns—like I expect him to be there. But he isn’t. The feeling tightens in my chest. Stronger than before. My hand lifts to my neck instinctively. Heat spreads beneath my skin. I don’t understand it. But I can’t ignore it either. It’s getting harder to. “Stay with me,” Jenny says. But I can’t fully hear her. It feels like I’m reaching for something I can’t see. For him. For Nathan. “I—” My voice falters. “I don’t know what just—”

Leia and Cara try to mindlink the boys but in an instant they are knocked down by Castellano’s brothers. Meredith looks in shock at them and runs to Cara who falls to the ground, hitting her pregnant belly but by the time she touches her, Veronica is already next to her and starts beating her bestially with her feet in her belly, trying to kill the unborn pup, while Vincenzo catch Meredith in his arms. "MAAAAAX!" Meredith said and tears began to flow down her cheeks as Cara began to bleed. “MAAAAAX! Help us! ” but there is no chance to be heard because the patio is kind of isolated from the rest of the house, and the girls went outside precisely because they wanted to talk quietly.

There was a piece of cloth beside him on the ground. “This body posture,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “It looks familiar.” Caleb nodded. “Because it is.” He swiped the screen. “Here’s the second image.” I lifted the tablet higher, reading the data. When I saw the name, my jaw dropped. “Cole Grey.” Caleb pushed his glasses back. “Yes. Your police rival.” I stared at the photo again. “He had a back-door deal with Meredith?” Caleb nodded. “Exactly. Looks like it.”

Meredith woke up and looked to Brayden’s unused side of the bed and remembered with a slight tinge the sound of a girl in the guest room. Meredith yawned deeply then shook herself to get rid of the feelings and thoughts. Then she headed to the bathroom to hopefully wash them down the drain as she took a shower. Meredith slipped into a Fluer du mal plunge bra and matching panties in black lace with satin embroidered flower petals. She pulled on a pair of knee high black ribbed socks and then selected an Alexander McQueen black blazer and a pair of matching white boot leg trousers.

“Now that you can see who you are talking to. who has you. I would like us to get down to business. I woke up and opened your mouth to answer me and me alone. No one else, he ordered. I gave him a nod. A girl walked in toward me; she was wearing a white, handless cotton gown with a blue shoe. Her skin was filled with marks; her blue eyes were dimmed; they had lost the joy of life. Her face looked familiar; it did not take a while for me to recognise her. She was Meredith. Grim sister. She walked towards me looking lifeless. She looked weaker than she was in our pack. What could have happened to her? I thought she was a Killian slave. What was she doing with Damjne in his pack?

She exhaled softly. "Farewell". I left her dazed and baffled. I left something else with her as well, something I was afraid to name. ~~~~~ When I went downstairs I was met with an amusing and atrocious sight. Greyson had his fangs buried in Meredith's left shoulder. Her head had lolled to one side, her eyes open and mouth agape. Her life draining slowly as he sucked in the earnest.