Margo Hanson Novels & Stories

“That’s what you said about Bobbi. It’s how you got me to participate in that disastrous double date.” “It wasn’t a disaster until we got the bill.” “Either way, I’m not hurdling another fence because of your overactive libido.” “Nothing like that is going to happen again. And besides, all I’m asking is for some extra information. Margo and Lana are friends. Close friends. She was a bridesmaid at your wedding.” “I don’t know any more than you do already. She’s an independent computer programmer and IT specialist, she’s been married and divorced twice, and she lives on my street. Period, the end.”

All she cared about now was for this to never stop. " I-I believe she is Valerie Hawkins. Mark Hawkins wife as it stands." Margarette said through haughty breath. Her eyes rolled every whereabout from Courtney's touches on her body. " Mark Hawkins?" Courtney muttered in thought and stopped what she was doing to think. Maggie frowned at this and neared her body closer to Courtney. " Pa!"

(Ran Hyun Ok) After sending Catherine to save Melissa Hernandez in Arizona, The rest that in the car with her, Marcuez Vega, Sharon Jackson, Ran Hyun Ok and Helena Mendoza, headed straight to my hospital room. Since then all of us were busy discussing our plan to crack open Gusto Energy Corporation, then of course we do have our new member of the circle, which is Mariah Mills. Tanya Kate and Isabella Marcos chose to opted out of the meeting, as both of them felt that this kind of gathering doesn’t suited them as they were more concerned and much more suitable as a Doctor and Professor as they were right now.

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

“Impressive.” I managed a shy smile, still absorbing the fact that I’d impressed the entire training ground. Now no one was sniffing the air; instead, they adored me with their eyes. A gorgeous light-skinned girl approached us, her face lit up with a smile. Her hair was a striking shade of ginger, standing out with its vibrant, fiery hue. She greeted the Gamma and extended a hand to me. “Hi, I'm Louis.” I accepted her hand and returned her smile. “I'm Ruby. It's nice meeting you.”

she said, containing her excitement and the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. "Jones Jackson," he stated, his eyes maintaining the stare in hers. "Jones Jackson..." She repeated trying to remember, then it hit her. "Jones Jackson from The raid role!?" "Yes, that Jones Jackson. We manage him and he requires a personal assistant. It's okay to decline if it isn't what you want," he added. "Was he the one...?" Her voice trailed off. "Yes, he is the one that made frightened Higgins run around but he isn't as bad as you think. He's just picky and sophisticated like every other artist out there."

“Thanks again.” The waiter nodded and walked away. They talked about the last hurricane that hit south Florida that summer as they ate their salad. The waiter with the cart came back and cleared their dirty plates. “So, Margo, what do you do for a living?” Alec asked. “I’m an independent computer programmer,” Margo answered. “Oh,” he said with surprise. “It sounds exciting, but it’s not. I’ve tried to get her into something less boring, but she won’t listen to me,” Bobbi joked.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.