Margo Despicable Me Novels & Stories

When Jax Wilder pins Nova Ellis against a frat house wall on a full moon night, he tells himself it means nothing. By sunrise he proves it — calling her worthless in front of his laughing teammates, banning her from his world like she was something he'd accidentally tracked in from outside. What he doesn't know: she's already carrying his sons. For three years, Nova builds a life out of nothing. Two jobs. A tiny apartment with glow stars on the ceiling. Twin boys with their father's jaw and her unbreakable spine, raised on love and stubbornness and the quiet ferocity of a woman who stopped waiting to be rescued somewhere around month two. She doesn't need Jax Wilder. She doesn't need anyone. She has everything she built and she built it herself. Then the Alpha King walks into her charity gala. Jax has spent three years believing she was dead — dragged away by rogue wolves the night she finally told him the truth, the night he was too cowardly to hear it. He's been carrying that like a wound ever since, ruling the United Packs with everything he has except the one thing that mattered. When he catches her scent across a crowded ballroom and turns to find two little boys wearing his face, looking back at him like they already know who he is — his entire world restructures itself around a single fact. He threw away the wrong woman. Some alphas build thrones. Some women discover, only after losing everything, that they were the foundation the whole time. And some rejections come with a cost — three years of compound interest, two future kings, and a Luna Queen bloodline eight hundred years old that makes his crown look like a recent development.

Moira wasn't the Luna he wanted. To strengthen the alliance, her father sacrificed her with a classic trap so that she could marry Alpha Jude Hammer from The Night Hunter Pack. The plan worked, but for seven years, Moira felt no happiness or love from Jude. Then, one day, she finds out the reason—Jude has found his fated mate. Heartbroken, especially since she had lost everything, Moira filed for divorce, left the company, and started a new life. *** I was startled by the commotion outside the apartment. It was unusually quiet for eight o’clock, and the sound I heard... I decided to check it out. Someone was standing at the door, which I opened hastily to confirm. Instead of peace, I found a new problem. Jude held the door, forcing his way in and locking it. He closed the distance between us, pinning me against the wall, so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, so stiff and tight. My heart skipped a beat, not because of lingering love for him, but because I felt disturbed by his presence. "What the hell are you doing here, Jude? You have Bella, don't drag me in. You shouldn't be here," I snapped, but it didn't faze him at all. "Screw Bella! I came to confirm something." He moved again, closer, so that our lips almost touched. “Are you drunk? Go home. You will only cause me problems. We'd been divorced, remember?” I said, trying to gently push him away. “What? Divorced? Don’t even think about it, Wifey. I didn't sign it. NEVER. Means, you’re still my wife. You're MINE.”

He loves me, yet he hurt me and resented me because of the sins I have never done. I believe, he loves me. Yet he gave up on me for someone else. I beg you , I'm begging you General Mark, FORGIVE ME!

Warning: Rated 18+ "You have me..." Once he dried my eyes, I noticed that his hand was no longer as chilly as it had been earlier in the interaction. He moved his mouth closer to mine and spoke in a low whisper, saying, "You only have me, and there's no way for you to run away from me since I am everywhere..." “You kissed me, you imprinted me as your vampire mate,” he added as he smirked.  My eyes widened when I touched my lips, and I felt his slow approach, asking, "You want me to kiss you, right?" I could feel him moving closer and closer. "You wanted it so desperately..." he groaned, then his eyes lingered on my lips, and in the flash of an eye, He was already laying claim to my lips; I gasped in response to his gently nibbling on them. I could taste blood on my lips, but he licked it up and withdrew away from me before I could react. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Catalina, what have you done to me? Why do I want to devour you so badly?"

Joanna Shaw saved me when I was lying by the road close to dying. Because of a serious injury to my head, I had lost all my memories. Joanna brought me home and took me in. However, she also made me sign a contract that had no expiry date. "Sign it. You'll be my bodyguard from now on and you'll take orders only from me." For the next five years, I stayed by her side and stopped countless assassination attempts on her life. I was her bodyguard by day, her lover by night. Everyone said the heiress had fallen for her bodyguard. But when she heard that Allen Clarke, the heir of the Clarke family in Oceanton, was going to marry her bitter rival Tina Jackson, she chose to destroy the contract. "Find a way to get close to Tina and make her fall in love with you. Consider it repayment for saving your life. Only after Allen gives up on her will he marry me willingly." I nodded and agreed, and I gave up on Joanna for good. She didn't know I had already recovered my memory. The "Allen Clarke" she was so desperate to marry was nothing but an impostor.

They set you up, and I believed them. Now you don’t remember my touch, my name, or the amazing life we shared. You look at me like a stranger and let another man raise my child. I could endure being forgotten. But I won't let another man raise my daughter and watch you belong to someone else. I'll take back what was always mine even if I have to become the villain in our story Forgive me, ex wife.

"What am I to you? A trash picker?" I asked him sarcastically, looking at him from head to toe in disdain. "Lauren." he growled, clenching his fists tightly, glaring at me in disbelief. "Yeah, I know this is my name. You don't need to remind me, and please don't pop up in front of me like an unwanted ad in the middle of an interesting scene. You irritate me the most in this way." I scolded him, still with an ugly expression in disgust on my face. "So, now I disgust you, huh? Why didn't you disgust before when I." "Because I was a fool back then. I assumed a filthy rock as a gem and paid a heavy price for that." Before he could complete his sentence, I interrupted him, scolding him in a loud voice. His already widened angry eyes widened more in shock this time. I took a step forward while locking my gaze with him. "A scum like you who used me when he needed me and then slapped the divorce paper doesn't deserve even a glance from me, Gabriel. Never bother me again, or else what I will do to you, you can't even think about that." "Hey, babe. Why are you here?" I beamed when I heard his magnetic voice calling me from behind. I immediately moved towards him when Gabriel held my wrist. "You are making a mistake, Lauren," he warned me in a stiff voice. I yanked my hand from his grip and threw a disgusting gaze on him before walking towards the boy who treated me like a treasure. Gabriel’s devotion to his first love made me realize that loving myself is the only thing that can make me happy forever. I grabbed Vincent's arm with a beaming smile.

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

He looked at me, his piercing eyes cold and sharp. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone irritated. “Cat got your tongue?” Fear gripped me, but I couldn’t back down. Not when proving my love was on the line. My hands trembled, but I managed to speak. “Hunter Steele...” I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Will you... will you marry me?” His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. “What?” ANYA BLAKE ____________________________________ I can’t remember the last time I willingly let a woman get so close. To me, they were a necessary evil....useful when needed, and avoided afterward. But when a young woman, trembling yet determined, stepped in front of me and asked the most ridiculous question I’d ever been asked, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: a spark. And when I kissed her, it awakened something in me—a feeling I hadn’t known existed. Her innocence intrigued me and I wanted to be the one to claim her, to mold her......to make her mine. HUNTER STEELE