Mcgregor Forever Novels & Stories

“Leo? I could ask you the same thing…wait if you're here, does that mean your dad is—” “Yeah. My dad’s here too.” Leo pointed toward the main hall. “He’s the one sponsoring this whole thing.” “Oh no" Mikey whispered under his breath, his mom was going to run into Kris! Back in the hall, Amelia rubbed her temples. She glanced at the brochure in her lap and froze when she saw the sponsor’s name printed in bold letters: Fox Enterprises. Her stomach twisted. “Oh no. No, no, no…” She closed her eyes, whispering, “Please, God, not him. Who knows, maybe it's just a representative from the company coming to speak” she tried to comfort her thoughts.

He cut a glance at Niall before looking back at Nandini and asking, "Is it because of those hybrids?" "Partially." She nodded. "But there's mor-" "Blake Galleger was reported dead this morning." Niall interrupted. "Dead?!" Skyler frowned as his gaze shifted towards Niall. The word 'dead' didn't settle well with him. "What do you mean by dead? We are almost immortal." Niall's eyes held Skyler's for quite a while before he replied, "Almost... not completely. Blake's body is in a petrified state."

Because sometimes the strongest thing you’ll ever do… Is nothing. No reply. No return. No relapsing into old patterns. Just walking away. Quietly. Softly. Completely.

he commented " Thank you... but we all know that Ingrid's would not be where it is today without the help of people like you " I replied him firmly " Oh ..you flatter me with your words " he replied and then added. " It's comforting to see that the legacy of the company continues with you " " Thank you Mr Macauley " I replied him " ..and who is the fine lady beside you?.....if I'm not mistaken is this not the one and only Olivia Vegera?" He asked facing her

I stood up, placing my feet on the cold, titled floor. "One million dollars!" I stumbled and sat back on the bed. Say what! "What did you say?" He nodded. "One million dollars. You marry me for a period of two years on paper. No sex, no love." I leaned in closer over the bed, my face almost to his, my eyes wide. "Go on." "All you need to do is be my contract wife and my secretary. I know you can do that much since you were once a secretary." "How do you know that?"

His future with Olivia wasn’t just an idea anymore—it was a reality, a beautiful, terrifying reality that he didn’t want to face alone. He took her hand, holding it between both of his, his fingers tracing the lines of her palm, as if memorizing the feeling of her skin. “Olivia, I don’t know what the future holds. But I know that I want to face it with you by my side. I want to make promises that I’ll keep, no matter what. And I want you to be my forever.” Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and wonder filling them. "Ethan... what are you saying?"

"I mean, well, you know... There's no way he can't smile." There was still silence, their eyes were fixed on her. Kat chuckled dryly and quickly downed some coke, diverting her gaze from hers “oh oh…” Matt began. “I remember one time we were working on a project. It was for the twenty-fifth anniversary of GreyCorps and the Mandrake wanted something special. He had us work straight up for four days with only two hours' break all because the designing team didn't get the blueprint correctly.” “What? That's cruel.”

“Maybe. Maybe when I’ve been hurt, I don’t want to think anymore. I just want… stability. I want someone to… I don’t know… hold onto. Not forever, maybe. Just… for now.” There was silence after that. The kind of silence that stretched so long it became almost tangible. I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, the ticking of a clock , and my own heartbeat, thumping too fast, too loud. And then… I felt it. His eyes on me really piercing. “Not forever,” he murmured. “For now.” I swallowed hard. There was something about the way he said it that made my chest tighten, just something in between. “I…” I started, then faltered. What could I say? That I was terrified or desperate ? That someho

He tells me to take all the time I need, which from him means call me back before anyone else does, and we hang up, and I sit at my kitchen counter with my coffee going cold and four days gone out of thirty and absolutely no closer to an answer than I was a week ago. Four men in six days. Damian with his memo. Kai with ten years of silence breaking open in one sentence I still haven't fully recovered from. Theo, who quoted my grandfather back to me like a ghost and then told me to go looking for something in the will that Mr. Okafor never mentioned. And now Marcus, offering himself up like a foregone conclusion, like the only reasonable ending to a story he's been quietly writing since I was

"What are you crying about? Your cousin didn't do it on purpose! Are you really going to make a big deal out of kids roughhousing? And so what if you've got a scar now? You're already so plain, it's not like it'll make a difference." From that day on, the scar had stayed with me, a permanent mark on my body, just like the gloom that had shadowed the rest of my life. My soul watched a flicker of doubt cross my mother's eyes. She kept working to smooth out my features, but a phone call cut her off mid-motion. She glanced at the screen, saw Kyle's name, and her eyes instantly softened. "Hey there, Kyle. I'm coming right home. What's wrong?"