Meredith Mickelson Novels & Stories

“No.” She looked as though she was about to say something else, but my face must’ve told her that I was interested in small talks and she hummed instead, as though she was amused. Just as I twirled another forkful of pasta, the door creaked open again. Meredith. I swallowed hard. I really wanted this to be a peaceful day. She was dressed like she was about to go to court. Sleek pencil skirt, tight bun, and those heels that could stab a man through the heart.

"Do we have any new ones today?" Meredith asked as she went over some of the paperwork that greeted her once she got to CRISIS. She'd quietly worked her way up from volunteer to director. She wasn't sure how that had happened, but she knew that things were getting done, and that's all that anyone cared about.

MEREDITH: After disappearing from Miles's life months ago, I felt empty. To occupy myself, I worked as a volunteer on various projects in the place I relocated to, with the most prominent and peaceful one being animal rescue. During that time, I regained myself and rediscovered that he was my happiness, and I wanted to be with him for as long as we lasted.

Amelia retorted with a confident smile on her lips. Another author's note: I want to thank everyone who has been on this book since the beginning of time. I apologize for my update schedule that is really messed up. I also wanna thank my editor. This is El, and I will see you all again in the next story!

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

She thought that killing Daisy will draw Damon closer to her but instead, it took him farther away from her. "My Lady, here is your medicine. You should take it while it's still warm" A maid walked in with a tray in her hand. On this tray, there were plates containing one thing or the other. Meridith doesn't want to see anyone but she couldn't refuse taking her drugs. She sat her butt heavily on the soft chair, staring at nothing in particular. The maid saw this gesture as a go ahead. Carefully, she dropped the tray and took one of the little plate that contains warm soothing portion.

Originally, I planned to give it up and present it at our mating ceremony as my declaration to give up my career and return to family life. But now, I would never give up opportunities for him again. When I turned my phone back on, the plane was cruising smoothly at thirty thousand feet. The first news that popped up was a video of Meredith being interviewed. In the video, Meredith wore my golden magnolia designer gown, standing under the spotlight. Her face showed just the right amount of excitement and shyness. The host asked her what inspired this research. Meredith faced the camera, her eyes slightly moist. She said that for this project, she stayed up countless nights, barely eating or

Crystal opted, trying to avoid talking to the Duke. "It's okay, dear. I can do it." Hilda replied loudly as she entered the kitchen. Duke Williams picked up his cup again and looked at Crystal. He had a serious look, which intimidated Crystal. She watched as he drank the tea slowly. < > Rebecca slowly lay Catherine down in her cot. She had fallen asleep while she was being fed. She gently pecked her forehead and smiled at her daughter. She walked away from the cot to the door. She got hold of the handle and stalled.

Mia: I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. That was the only thought running through my head as I sat on the edge of Nathan’s bed wearing one of his shirts while an older woman calmly unpacked herbs and small glass bottles from a leather bag near the table. She was Nathan’s healer, which somehow made this whole thing feel even more mortifying. Apparently, my body reacting so dramatically to being marked had now become official pack business, and I wanted to disappear. “This is humiliating,” I muttered under my breath. “And the fact that you had to call for the healer for this is even more embarrassing.”