Meredith Shepherd Novels & Stories

He sighed. - Your mother did not want to accept help from me, it seems to me that she would not accept it from anyone. When my people nevertheless came out on her trail, in a small town in the Arkhangelsk region, she was already dead. From cuts on the dress and already healed wounds, they determined that they were deep stab wounds. There were many of them, and they were applied quickly and with special weapons. Therefore, even if my people had found her earlier, they still would not have been able to help. So that there would be no problems and the violation of registration would not be reported to the flock where your mother is from, they quickly agreed on a cremation. Things in the apartme

… Meanwhile, something was happening back at Grayson's house. Meredith had just arrived at the house to begin her work while the sky was still dim. She was surprised to find a young lady waiting by the door. "Leah? Why are you here?" Leah was an acquaintance of Meredith. She was a housekeeper working for Mr. Finneas in his residence and would usually be around the vegetable garden.

The composed face and underneath it the nineteen — almost twenty — year old and underneath that the daughter of Thomas Morgan who had kept his letter and deserved better than a Sunday morning threat from a man with dangerous money. “I’m not frightened,” she said. I looked at her. “You should be a little frightened,” I said. “I know,” she said. “I’m not though.” I looked at her face. The specific stubborn certain quality of a girl who had identified a plate number from muscle memory and said that’s him in a fourteenth floor room without flinching and had kept her face still reading you should run at a kitchen table. Thomas Morgan’s daughter. I looked at her for a long moment.

"Don't you dare push it, Caleb! I already apologized to you just now, didn't I? I'm just trying to live! How can you rob me of my dignity like that?" She was a well-known young entrepreneur in the city. What she valued most was the fabricated public image she'd crafted for herself. Forcing her to publicly admit her own depravity would be worse than killing her. This was only the first step in my revenge plan. She needed to experience the humiliation I'd endured throughout these years. Meanwhile, Naomi slammed her hand on the table, shooting up from the chair. She'd dropped her pitiful act. "I didn't know you were aware of the concept of dignity," I said while calmly looking at her. "What hap

“A data specialist. Someone who can comb through the code coordinates without questions and point us to the right direction.” I was about to ask where she planned to find such a person when she was already tapping on her phone. “I know someone,” she said, her tone suddenly serious. “Leona Vega. We interned together back when I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. She’s quiet, brilliant, and has a habit of solving things people call impossible. If there’s dirt in those ledgers, she’ll find the bones buried under it.” “Sounds perfect,” I said slowly. “And you trust her?”

Six months later, my daughter was born, and our family grew peacefully and happily in the Mortimer Mansion. **** ~12 years later~ “Mary! Mary!” A young girl yelled out, running through the large library of Vedantya—Atharvaveda—with a large map in her right hand. She had beautiful, silky, white hair that ran down her shoulders and back, and bright blue eyes that shimmered under the orange flames of the candle sticks that hung around the library. Her name was Meredith, and anyone could easily tell who her parents were with just one look.

Carlos and Herman already know that I am spying them, I don’t know why they aren’t killing me until now, but I am sure they are planning it already. “That time she told me the whole story…” Alqamar sighed and stared at me while I am readying myself for the words I would hear. “Felicia Guevarra was one of Crystal’s friends, your mother Cristine. They aren’t that close, but they were friends. Felicia told me that she saw everything and knows everything. Even though Felicia is a human, she knows about our kind. That’s why she witnessed how Dr. Raymond Madrigal and Crystal…fell for each other…as well as the day when Crystal found out that she was mated to that person…”

Meredith twisted in the saddle, her eyes widened for half a second, then a slow, satisfied smirk curved her lips. She thought it was for her. "Oh," she purred, voice pleased, rocking her hips once more so her ass rubbed against his throbbing length. "You're not so cold after all, my lord." Fin said nothing. His hands tightened on the reins until the leather creaked. Inside his mind, his wolf was roaring with fury. Xeon: Wrong. Get her off me before I rip her throat out and take what's actually ours. But Meredith only smiled wider, mistaking his silence for desire, completely unaware that the hard cock pressed against her was aching for the unconscious girl riding in another man's arms.

Meredith snipes back. Meredith is a stunning woman: a statuesque beauty with long, dark brown hair. She is wearing a figure-hugging red dress that shows off her curves without being inappropriate for the office. Casey has always known that Meredith is beautiful and used to be very affected by her body, but now he feels nothing for her. She is simply an annoyance in his day. "I am here to gather any hard copies Vincent had here as I am taking over some of the CFO duties during this time of transition," Casey tells her, hoping to keep their interaction brief.

I was ready. “It’s nice to see you, Astrid… Cage, is it?” Meredith laughed, her voice smooth and cold. She looked just as Bernadette had described her—young, with dark wavy hair that fell loosely over her shoulders. Beautiful was an understatement. There was something mystifying about her, an aura so heavy with darkness I could almost taste my own fear. “Eleanor Astrid Cage,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “You must be Meredith?” “Yes,” she gushed, as if we were old friends meeting by chance.