Meredith Shepherd Novels & Stories

She blinks. “Do you think of me as a fool?” She opens the door to the cage, stepping closer to me, a bowl in her hand. “The only peace you’ll get, the only freedom you have, lies in this here dish. Drink from it willingly, or I force it. Which do you choose?” I prepare to keep my lips tight. She grabs hold of me, knocking me back down to the floor in which I struggled to get up from. She uses the weight of her body to hold me in place. Her fingers force my lips apart as she tries to pour this liquid down my throat. I try to spit as much of it out as possible. I wriggle around to make her miss. “Ah, you wench!” She yells at me. “No matter. I’m sure some of it managed its way in there. It will

“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?

"What are you saying?" "I'm saying that I've been eliminating threats to the Silver Wolf prophecy for seven decades," Meridith said calmly. "Every person who tried to pervert it, corrupt it, or use it for their own gain. I've killed forty-three wolves, six witches, and two vampires. All to ensure that when the Silver Wolf finally emerged, he would be pure. Untainted. Perfect." "You're a serial killer," Elizabeth breathed. "I'm a protector," Meridith corrected. "And now that Xavier has transformed, my work is nearly complete. Nearly. There's just one last loose end to tie up."

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.

I smile over at her warmly, nodding my head in agreement before reaching over to take the glass of milke and plate of cookies from her. Meredith is a plump woman, her hair beginning to gray around the edges, making me wonder just how old the woman is. The motherly vibe that comes off of her in constant waves is enough to break down my defences and make me feel comfortable in her presence. Maybe it will be easier than I thought to get used to the she-wolves running around in the pack. ***********************

And that alone managed to let Aesthelia's guard down and at least hear what she had to say. "This is not something I want." The constant bloodshed and death These events were not what I had hoped for. I am wrong, and I am one of the villains, "Meredith said as tears streamed down her face. It looked like someone who had been traumatized by witnessing a massive, heinous act of killing. Even for her, the days she spent must have been terrifying. A girl who grew up in an environment without many worries, being protected and treasured, suddenly finds herself in a place that is surrounded by a crimson pool of blood.

She asked again, "Sister, have you forgotten why Meredith has been lying comatose in the sanatorium for so many years?" Sophie looked back at Freya. She finally understood what she was thinking. Freya wanted Nicklaus to stay unmarried and remain loyal to her daughter for the rest of his life. "It would be a good thing if Meredith would wake up soon, but of not." "Meredith will wake up soon" Before Sophie could finish her statement, Freya interupted her. Her tone was firm and rough. She said in a unhappy and threathening voice, "sister, don't worry. The doctor's said that Meredith has shown signs of waking up. I believe that it won't be long before she wakes up. When your son marries Meredith

Meredith felt as a coordinator she should probably keep her business attire as much as possible. Meredith’s Personal assistant knocked on her door even though her space was set up as though she was in a glass box. She still had blinds and a door and if she happened to have a shouting match no one would be able to hear but she planned on not to. “Hey, Indigo. What’s up?” Meredith asked her personal assistant. Her name was Indigo, she was about five feet and six inches and had long straight black hair with an indigo streak in it. She had light grey moon shaped eyes with light freckles across her olive skin. She wore high waisted leather skinny pants and a cropped sweater.

He shoots me a fake smile just before I continue. “We just came to claim one of our properties, one that you recently took.” Reid hikes a brow slowly and says, “I assure you, we are no thieves in this organization. We would never take what doesn’t belong to us.” “Actually, we are most certain she is here. She is about 5'9, I believe, with brown hair and eyes, an ovalshaped face, a bit of a loud voice, and fire in her eyes,” Caelen describes Meredith, and Reid shakes his head in denial.