Meridian Novels & Stories

Your cooperation ensures that our mutual associate remains insulated from the consequences of his earlier involvement in the Meridian matter. I read it three times. Mutual associate. Earlier involvement. Meridian. I pulled up the Voss structure documents on my laptop. The full filing, not the summary. Went to the Meridian reference, the entity name that had appeared in the offshore routing, the one that had taken three weeks and two regulatory bodies to fully surface during the primary investigation. Meridian had a registered agent. The registered agent had a histor

Meredith couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she and Tyler made their way north up I-65. Being with him on a bike was quickly becoming her very favorite place to be. As he wove in and out of traffic, she enjoyed the scenery. A few years before, a major ice storm had destroyed most of the brush and trees along the interstate, but they were beginning to make a comeback. Given the time of year and the fact they'd had plenty of rain, the colors were beautiful. Gripping his waist, she took the moment to lean her head against his back and just breathe.

I had heard the assistant confirm it at the airport before everything unraveled. This time, I would not chase him. Instead, I would be waiting where he arrived. ** Another thing I had also noted during my saga was one of the complexes where Morningstar habitually visited. The Meridian Tower rose from the city like an intention made permanent. Glass curved around steel in layered vertical segments, and within the transparent exterior I could see interior bridges connecting what looked like separate structures housed within one monumental frame. It was not just a building; it was a contained ecosystem. I adjusted my blazer before stepping through the revolving d

Include Argent, their sole ally for hundreds of years. When Hudson and his friends are caught off guard, these minor vampires attack them. They attacked Hudson and company indiscriminately and without mercy. One of them died on the spot, with several body parts separated from its place, the other elder suffered serious injuries to several vital parts of his body, and Hudson lost some of his life energy and remains unconscious to this day.

That thought broke her restraint. Without thinking, Kimberly ran forward, her legs moving before her mind could catch up. Tears streamed down her face as she ran, her voice breaking into desperate screams for Hugh to stop, for someone to stop this madness, but her cries were swallowed by the chaos of the battlefield and the hoarse strain in her throat from crying. Hugh didn’t hear her pleas. No one seemed to hear her.

Aramide asked as a small smile played on her lips. “Nah, it's a date" Mercedes chuckled and Aramide escorted her outside. Mercedes was three steps down the mini stairs of the hospital entrance and her car was just a few feet away from them. She ran her hands over her skin and it was then Aramide noticed she was probably cold. The weather was cruel either way. “Here,” Aramide offered Mercedes her coat and a beanie she had gotten on the way to the hospital. “they'll be helpful"

Jealous of the attention the thoughts of her sister was getting, a migraine came in and kissed it's way into her head. "Here. Have this." Eleanor opened her eyes and found that Anna was holding out a huge flask to her. "What is that?" "A native drink from Western Africa. One of my friends brought me back some from her trip." "How does your realm-" "I have human friends too." Eleanor closed her eyes. Her head was throbbing. "What is it?" She managed to get out. "A local drink." "Why're you giving it to me?" "A peace offering." Eleanor breathed out a weak smile.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

~Selene’s POV~ The firm is called Meridian Events. She finds it the same way she found Dr. Amara Osei methodically, without urgency, working through a list she has built from the city's business directory and two careful hours of cross-referencing. Meridian is mid-sized. Not the largest operation in Silvermere, which would require references she cannot provide without explanation, and not so small that it would have no infrastructure to support a contractor. Its website shows three years of consistent work — corporate functions, charity galas, a civic awards dinner last autumn. The standard of the photography is adequate. The lo

Elowen said. Soryn’s voice came cool and clear. “Meridian was commissioned after the last bloodline panic. A place to “appraise” dangerous anomalies. They consulted every defector, every frightened House willing to sell old ward patterns, every Tribunal‑friendly witch who wanted to test new toys. The result is a sanctum whose very walls are designed to mute what runs in your veins.”