Meredith Walker Novels & Stories

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complai

“It’s been years. I thought you were lost to me forever.” The woman’s face fell, and she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m not who you think I am. My name is Elara.” The world seemed to collapse around me, and the ground felt unsteady beneath my feet. I had been so certain, so hopeful. But as Elara spoke, it became clear that this was not my Lea. I thanked her and left the garden, my mind reeling with memories of Lea. The ache in my heart was palpable as I walked aimlessly through the village, each step echoing with the ghost of our past.

As the raw truth surfaces across the borders, every bloodline realizes that Meredith is nothing but a mate-stealing leech who structured this entire execution out of pure, suffocating hatred for my heavy majesty. Although Silverhowl caused a massive storm, my human mind remains entirely silent, refusing to waste breath defending my honor when my talent speaks for itself. Meredith’s private communication cave is instantly breached by rogue hackers, leaving a continuous stream of violent, attacking runes burning onto her stone walls. "Shameless thief! To steal a human's betrothed alpha, and then wrap your foul pelt in the guise of a victim while throwing dirt onto her name!" "Exile your useles

Chad said. “okay, bottom line is, Rachael Roux is not CIA”. “damn! ...who’s she then?” Chinny paused and inhaled deeply. “ she is Medusa” Chad felt a warm wave of fear run from the scalp of his head to the sole of his feet. He didn’t know how to react to that. Rachael Roux is not CIA and Chinny had sold Troy to Medusa?! Medusa might not need The Triangle as much as it did before now.

“Vivienne, how does it feel to spend five years as a counterfeit consort?” She took a slow step closer, her tone soft but venomous. “Oh, and Mia is my daughter. You didn’t know that, did you?” She moved nearer until I could clearly see the contempt in her eyes. “My Blood Covenant with Ethan is the one recorded in the Blood Registry. You were never entered into the Blood Registry. You’re nothing but a ceremonial illusion. If you have any dignity left, you should leave on your own instead of clinging to a throne that was never yours.”

“Don’t you remember the rule for servants? You’re not allowed to roam around here. Especially you.” Her friends all turn serious, stepping away from me now like I’m suddenly carrying an infectious disease. With a swift and casual manner, Celeste kicks the bucket of cleaning solution, letting the brown stuff splash all over the pristine marble stairs. "Bye, Meredith," she simpers, turning around and leaving with a smile. The splashing and the clattering of the bucket alert Mom within ten seconds. By the time I gather my thoughts enough to move, she's already thundering up the wet staircase, brandishing a broom.

Arden decided to see this visitor before alerting Aurora. Arden walked to his office and pushed open the door. An older woman who looked to be in her late sixties stood in the center of his office. "Alpha Arden," The woman said as she bowed slightly. "Yes? And who are you?" Arden asked. He walked around to the other side of the desk. "My name is Meredith. I am one of the elder witches from the Whispering Shadows Coven. I heard that you are wanting a meeting with the coven," none of what she said was a question. Arden only nodded in response.

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

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.

Quinley smirked, "Josiah loves you so much but you chose to marry another guy and even got him into an accident. It is no wonder you'd be this worked up and are hunting down Yena to get back at her." "Miss Quinley, don't waste your effort on wanting to drive a wedge between me and Charlie," Meredith said flatly, "but if you do think that being locked up in jail is way better than being a hostess at a night pub, I'll fulfill your wish." "Meredith Leighton, you-" Meredith did not want to waste another second on her. She turned around and walked out of the pub. "Miss Meredith, did you manage to find Miss Yena?" When Meredith returned to the office, Goldie came up to her and asked.