Meredith Walker Novels & Stories

she said, her tone unwavering. I narrowed my eyes, wondering if her persistence was rooted in her frustration with my increasing debts. "Is this your way of telling me you're fed up with putting up with me and my financial struggles?" Meredith's blue eyes flashed with surprise. "Kaida, I'm only looking out for you. You need money, and those jobs won't make a dent in your growing expenses. If anyone can survive working for the Ragnar Brothers, it's you. You've put them in their place once."

There were whispering amongst themselves, some of them watching the door and others watching Cain. Meredith walked in and my heart stopped when she stopped at my table. She smiled devishly as she folded her arms over her chest, and stared down at me. “Hi, fatsie. Did you miss me?” She sneered. This wasn't happening. Oh God. My eyes frantically flew to Cain standing at the front. He was watching, his jaw tightened and his face hard, but he said nothing. I realized a few of the elites were staring at Meredith and I now.

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.

I didn’t need to wake her up at all. “I thought I explained it already,” Meredith stated, turning to me and walking backward. She was cocky, to say the least, but her personality resonated that of the drunk but cool aunt who never married. “Something about witches, I don’t understand,” I said in a low voice.

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.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

"It's... Vienna's hearing aid..." "Why is it in your backpack?" Mom cried. "Why is Vienna's hearing aid in your backpack? Answer me!" "I was just doing what you said..." Sadie's voice shook. "You said Vienna needed to be independent. I thought if she walked home alone... even without it... she'd learn." Mom went still. "So you took her hearing aid?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And sent her across the street alone?" "I was only trying to help—"

“I did some digging and found out you were not in support of Allen's act, so he tried to kill you, we are both victims, and I want us to take revenge.” “I am sorry, Maria, but I can't do that, I will kill Allen myself,” he growled getting up from his seat. “Allen is not in your league anymore, you can't kill him anymore, thanks to your lie, I was kicked out of the company and Allen became a member of The Rodriguez's group, almost becoming chairman of the company.” “I will get him myself, you don't worry,” he said and stormed out. How resilient…but foolish. Adam walked towards me. “What should we do?”

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."

Finally, she sighed, as if bored with the game. "Meredith." The name fell like a stone in the center of our small group. I stepped back half a pace, heart pounding. "Meredith?" I repeated, as if saying it aloud would confirm the absurdity. Icarus froze, eyes fixed on her, a fierce recognition flashing across his face. "Vardam spoke of you," he said slowly. "The powerful witch. Eryx’s lover. The shadow that walks with Arkan." Meredith smiled, even with pressure on her neck.