Maegan Hall Hot Novels & Stories

As soon as she took the pictures she gave me back my phone and I send them to Chad asking if I looked hot. I replied back instantly 'You could be wearing a rubbish bag and I would still think you were the most attractive girl on the planet' "What did he reply" Megan laughed as he grabbed my phone from my hand "oh my God, does he have any hot friends who are like him" She sighed "He is too damn perfect"

That made a lot more sense to me. "What?" Maggie gasped, blushing, "No! I haven't been sleeping around. I thought you knew me so well. How could you think I was doing it with all kinds of people. I don't even like girls that way. I'm straight!" She was practically crimson by the time she finished talking. I believed her about keeping herself to herself. I really did know Meghan well enough to know she wouldn't have actually slept with a bunch of people while in Boston. Maggie seemed to have a hard time believing she was sexy. I thought it was an act at first, but now I knew better: this girl just did not know how hot she was or how easy it was to want her.

He wondered how she ended up right in front of his home. Meagan has a sculpted figure and thin waist and a dazzling complexion. Her long Kohl black hair flowed over her shoulder down to her back. A pair of arched eyebrows, long eyelashes and a delicate brown eyes stared back at him. She was beautiful. “Allison? Would you like to come in for a conversation?” Carl repeated snapping her out of thought. “I don’t mind.” Meagan smiled exposing her white angel like teeth. She accepted the offer! “What are you doing, Meagan?” She asked herself.

The woman said in a warm tone, trying her best to spark a conversation between them. "I don't trust anyone, especially not strangers." Isadora's tone ran cold, she kept the glass of alcohol on her lips but didn't sip from it. "Let me give you a reason to then, starting from an introduction," The woman said excitedly, happy that Isadora had finally given her some attention, "I'm Megan, a professional scout from Blue Fennel modeling agency." Her lips flapped doused in honey, "I must say, you are a very beautiful woman, miss. I had spotted you from across the bar and couldn't pass up the golden opportunity to approach you. How would you like to sign a contract with our fast growing agency…"

“Nah, not really. I mean, Jamie’s cool. Great guy to have around in a pinch. And there’re are a couple of girls Cadence really likes, Aurora and Meagan—you met Meagan, right?” I nodded. “Me-gan,” I said, remembering how I thought her name sounded so odd. “Meagan likes a guy named Shane who looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger back in the day, though with Channing Tatum’s face. And Hannah’s pretty cool, though I guess you don’t think so.” It took me a moment to realize he’d mentioned Hannah. I was still stuck on Channing Tatum’s face on Arnold Schwarzenegger’s body. “Huh? Oh, yeah. No, not a fan of hers right now.”

“Don’t start, Ash.” She stepped closer, grinning wide like a schoolgirl with fresh gossip. “I’m just saying… Aaric’s place really suits you. Or maybe more accurately—his bed suits you.” I turned slowly and shot her a glare sharp enough to freeze the A****n River. Ashley just laughed, clearly proud of herself for getting under my skin. But before I could deliver a line sharp enough to kill, Megan’s voice came from the doorway of the dressing room. “Ash,” she said flatly, without a shred of emotion, “your mouth is about to land Maya on next week’s headlines. Zip it.”

He added before she shut the door. Megan walked back to her quarters with her head held high. She knew it was only a matter of time before the servants in the dining hall spread the news. She got to her quarters and requested a bath. “Okay, Luna.” Rosetta answered and rushed to the bathroom. She wondered how long it would take until Rosetta and Brianna no longer showed her any respect as they were one of the few people in the castle who didn’t gossip whenever she walked by them. Megan soaked in her bath for up to an hour, resting her head at the edge of the tub. Surprisingly, she did not feel like crying. She didn’t actually think that Richardson would ever ask for a divorce. Well, she didn’

That made him even more curious—just how many layers did Aurora still have hidden from him? … “Aurora, I’m all set. Where are you?” Megan was perched on a barstool, decked out in full punk fashion—dark, smoky eyeshadow, a dangerously short skirt, and an attitude that screamed confidence and chaos. She looked wild, carefree, completely at ease. People around the bar kept sneaking glances at her, clearly trying to figure out if she was single. But Megan didn’t flinch under the attention. Cool as ever, she lit a slim ladies’ cigarette, lazily crossed one leg over the other, and sent Aurora a message.

Cyra “It didn’t take you long to find a replacement for poor Yorick, did it, Cyra?” Megan asks with a sneer as she walks up to the table. Her hand snakes out, reaching for Hacker’s note. I fork slams down on the note, just missing Megan’s hand. “Careful, Megan. That’s a good way to lose your fingers,” Piper growls. “You’re a fucking bitch,” Megan growls at her. “Don’t be jealous just because I’m getting fucked by a hot guy and no one wants to touch your skanky pussy,” Piper says, sneering at her.

I always choose that hotel because it was in my territory, and I was comfortable there, even the most powerful man has enemies. " Are you ready Rhone?" "Yes I... I am", stumbling over my words, "Wow, You look...gorgeous,” Megan wore a knee-length, no sleeve, yellow dress. Her hair was in a high ponytail. I couldn't tell if she was in make-up, her lips were bare and her face was flawless. Wow! Beauty lays within this ebony queen. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?" She inquired. "Nothing, it's just that... you look great,”