Maegan Hall Hot Novels & Stories

I think you'll live. Meagan shoved the helping hands away, the look of dismay on her face. "Cadence Tallulah Findley..." she began, adding in a middle name when she really had no idea what was correct, "you've never seen Dr. Cale Ryan. You cannot stand there and say it's no big deal. Do you have any idea what your eyes are about to behold? This guy makes what's his face look like a... a... okay, well, Aaron's hot, too, so like a different hot guy... but still... just you wait."

I sighed, going back to chopping the vegetables in front of me, I could feel the eyes of the other people in the room, as the whispered amongst themselves. Maya was nowhere to be found. The kitchen went back into it’s normal bustling with activity, the sounds of sizzling meat and clanging pots filling the air. Megan sauntered over to me, a sly smile spreading across her face. She leaned in close, her breath whispering against my ear. "You think you're special, don't you? That Kael's interested in you?" Her voice dripped with venom. I kept chopping, trying not to react. Megan's grip on my arm tightened. "You're nothing but a plaything, a temporary distraction. He'll tire of you soon enough."

Steady yourself, Anna. Megan narrows her eyes at me and flips her long brown hair. “Oh, no reason. I just don’t see how anyone could want you. You are absolutely disgusting. I mean, look at you. You don’t even take care of yourself and do you know how many calories that is?”

"Do you find this disaster funny? Is your downfall a sitcom to you?" "Come on, Mickie. You're being dramatic." I wave her off. She shoves the laptop in my face violently. "Look at that! Just look! You're a meme now! A GIF, a TikTok sensation. Everyone is calling you the Box office boxer, Hollywood hothead, Rage Cage Leo, Drama Queen of the ring!" I can't help, but snicker. "Those names are kind of creative."

“Megan, what do you think?” “It’s fabulous. We can hold a wonderful reception in here,” Megan said with enthusiasm. “How many people can this room hold?” Megan was about five foot three and a little chubby. She had a bubbly disposition and an optimistic attitude. Selena and her friends had liked her from the start. Megan had short, thick blonde hair that framed her cute round face. “Between a hundred and fifty to two hundred depending on the layout, miss,” William answered. “That should be more than enough space,” Selena stated.

“If you can make it, right now.” Although my haste surprised her, she accepted without question. As soon as I hung up, I went back to Rebecca. She was in the same place on the couch. “I’m sorry it took so long. A good friend of mine will be here soon. Actually, she was my mother’s, and that makes her mine by definition. Megan Hall, you’ll like her.” “Why is she needed here?” she asked suddenly, looking at me, listening to the sound of my voice.

Kylee thought. Megan only kept smiling at her. "My name is Kylee. Hello Megan." Kylee said. "That took you a while though," Megan said, laughing. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Kylee said. Megan removed her glasses. "Umm, are you here to see someone?" Kylee asked. "Actually, yeah. I am. Do you know Sassy? I heard she works here. Do you work here too?" Megan asked. "As a matter of fact, I do. And I know Sassy too. She works here." Kylee responded.

Someone help me out here. Megan- On it. Before I can so much as write a response, Megan comes thundering down the stairs. “Ry! Is something wrong? Tell me all about it. Also I’m doing some online shopping and I need you to vote yes or no for some items.” She insists. When she reaches the kitchen I can see that she is clutching her laptop and phone to her chest. COCK TALES Amber- I vote yes to the blue one and the grey one ladies. Also the black skirt and the white wedge heels.

Megan stormed into the room, closing the door behind her with a sharp click. She stood there, fists clenched at her sides, her eyes fixed on Ashleigh with an accusatory glare. "What gave you the audacity to call Alexander and tell him what happened to me?" she demanded, her voice taut with anger, her hands planted on her hips. Ashleigh’s gaze swept over Megan from head to toe. There were no visible signs of abuse or distress. Instead, Megan looked healthier than ever—her skin glowed, and looked much better than when she used to stumble in to the room drunk and out of her mind.

Jackson said casually, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Hi," Megan grinned, looking like she had just stepped out of a glossy magazine. She was wearing a pink dress that barely skimmed her thighs, clear heels that made her legs go on for days, and her makeup was flawless. Everything about her screamed Barbie—the kind of girl who was always on the hunt for her Ken. "Liking the hair," Jackson said, gesturing to Megan's new platinum locs.