Meryl Pierce Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

The crowd murmured as they discussed among themselves. Jeanette thought carefully for a moment and finally made a match between this woman’s face and the one she had previously seen online. Milicent “Mimi” Norton was a famous actress. She had her debut as a child star. Even though she had gained popularity before the age of twenty, she was already considered a veteran who had been famous in the entertainment circle for more than ten years. She had won every award imaginable—a newcomer award and everything else after. She was an extremely popular star.

The sooner I earned the money, the sooner I'd get custody of him. “So, your name's Darcy.” Meryl looked at me intently. She was the woman who had mocked me earlier. “No wonder your face looks familiar.” “What did I say?” Jean chimed in. “She's Darcy Bailey, who went viral in the media a year ago.” Meryl laughed. “Why are you here? Your husband died in an accident. Didn't he leave you a fortune? All I know is the life insurance for rich people like you is huge. Did the insurance company deny your claim?”

How annoying! Right now, I’m wearing a flowy silvery-white dress. It has no sleeves, but it accentuates my breast making them appear bigger than they are. A slit runs down the valley and stops a few inches down. My hair sits in a messy Elsa braid over my shoulder, a few strings free to shape my face. And a white silky smooth curtain trail behind me. I stare at my legs, relieved they at least allowed me to rip up the bottom of the dress. I wasn’t going to walk around feeling so constricted. No way! “You look so beautiful!” Theia gushes.

“You do not have to move. I will.” “…” This was going to be the death of her. Once she moved into Chart House, would she ever have a peaceful day again? Greyhaven. Meryl got up, washed, applied a light layer of makeup, then changed into an elegant beige suit and pinned up her hair. Once she was ready, she left for the dining room to have breakfast. On the way, she happened to run into Julie. Meryl greeted her first. “Good morning, Julie.” “Good morning, Meryl.”

Piercy's warm breath enveloped her entire ear, making her entire body shudder. However, she was shuddering out of fear. Since Piercy had figured it out, there was no point in pretending anymore. Millie had wanted to take her time and find a way to bring Pierce back. Unfortunately, she wasn't a good actress. Every time she remembered that she was facing Pierce's alternate personality, her body stiffened and even her breathing became unnatural. She tried to pull away from Piercy's arms, but he held her so tightly that she couldn't escape.

The girl said before walking off. Meryl glared at her back, her mouth set into a thin and tight line. She sighed and picked up the phone when it started to ring again. “Billings Corporation- Meryl Anderson speaking, how can I help you?” Meryl said in a robotic voice, her face set into a deep scowl.

I got ready by showering and putting on my tuxedo. With a bored drawn look, I cast a sidelong glance at Marilyn, my partner.In her crimson gown and extravagant hairdo, she looked stunning, like any diva should. She was flawless in every way, perhaps a little too perfect. Marilyn Mayers was a well-known theatre actress in Los Angeles. Her acting ability was well acclaimed, and she was poised and polished. She was an accomplished actress at the age of 28. Though I was curious as to how many times her face and body had been surgically altered to make her the flawless beauty she was.

When he found out that Meryl had sold off his house, he also had no choice but to return to the countryside. For the past ten years, Meryl had been surviving by selling her body for cash. Because she lost an eye and half of her face was scarred, she could only afford to sell herself for half the price. The slim body she used to be so proud of was now completely out of shape. She was only in her mid-50s now, but she looked much older than her age—certainly nothing like how she looked in my past life. Also, she wasn't able to sell herself anymore except to greasy old perverts who were already halfway into their coffins.