Meredith Shepherd Novels & Stories

The tables were covered with white, the plates and cutlery were gold and the middle was decorated with white and red flowers. Near our table, I noticed Mathew and behind him, someone I had no idea was coming. The one and only, Miss Eden. She wore a gorgeous emerald green gown that matched Mathew's emerald green bowtie. Her hair was straightened and she carried a black clutch purse with her. She turned around, noticing Chris and me. Her face lit up before she walked over to me. "Madre mia! You are stunning," I smiled as she hugged me while Chris's hand never left mine. She pulled away and my eyes went to Mathew.

I asked, showing her the sheets I had folded neatly. She took them, "two letters?" "The other one is for Ellen." She flipped it over and noticed the inscription. "Please make sure it reaches her." "Ace - "Please Meredith, this is important to me." "She's in Ryker's camp. And she betrayed you." "She wouldn't have done that if she knew I was alive. Ellen is not that kind of person." "It doesn't change the fact that she abandoned you and your pack." Meredith blurted. "For how long are you going to keep defending her?"

"The advent of enlightenment may emerge through sorrow! White Heather" Myrtle, Hemlock I descry once light that a creature who breathes walked in amidst the bars. Such a dainty soul, perhaps it wouldn't be a bother for it to hear my words. It will be the excellent succor, for I know that it is too dainty to be seen. I am indeed relieved for I now realize that I have such succor. As I whisper... "La grülateva nonnäjö yeamäudarre lonätevaei." ("I will need your help.")

Autumn's standpoint "Meredith, save your ass for the auction, and stop distracting my workers with that jawbreaker of yours!" I shouted at Meredith who was intentionally going about her work in a very sexy and seductive manner. She looked at me from underneath her lashes and smirked. She is no longer the innocent girl.

Selena POV: Meredith woke up an hour after. She slipped into her chair, slouching and resting her head on the table, still sleepy. “Are you still sleepy?” I asked as I took a sip of the tea I had made. She sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “It was too draining for me yesterday. I am rarely around so many people, so it is hard for me to have so much noise around me.” Again, she sighed. I had to say that I felt the same. Finally, she stretched and got up from the chair, the wooden legs screeching at her movement. She poured herself a mug of tea and then sat down.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

“Sloane!” Meredith Calloway, a woman in her sixties with silver hair cut, elegant, wearing a champagne-colored gown. Meredith was the kind of society figure who knew everyone and remembered everything and was loved specifically. Sloane smiled. “Hello, Meredith.” “Sloane,” Meredith said, taking both her hands and squeezing them. “You look wonderful. We’ve missed you.” “I’ve been away,” Sloane said. “You must come to dinner,” Meredith said. Thomas has been asking after you.”

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.

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.

She had never felt a shred of remorse, and even Brittany’s death caused her to swell with pride at how decisively she handled it. Only an intelligent and capable woman like her deserved the life of the upper society. Madeline and Brittany were unworthy of being her opponents. As such, how could she possibly lose to Vera Quinn—a woman who had appeared out of nowhere?! While indulging in her own thoughts, Meredith heard the sound of Jeremy’s footsteps. She immediately lay in bed like a frail patient, putting on a pair of pitiful eyes. “Jeremy, you’ve come to see me.” Jeremy saw Meredith’s right leg wrapped up in bandages and asked, “Are you alright?”