Mcgregor Forever Novels & Stories

In that moment, I felt genuinely fortunate to still have a retreat, a solid foundation to fall back on. Then my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. As if possessed, I answered. The blast of club music screamed in my ear, along with the wild, drunken howls of a crowd. I frowned, ready to hang up until a familiar voice slurred through the chaos. Clearly drunk, Dario shouted, “To hell with marriage! To hell with family! I’m free now—no one can control me! Damn, it feels so good!” Around him, a chorus of jeers and cheers erupted.

Don, you want to hold a wedding ceremony with Miss Amy? "Exactly!" "But... she's already getting married! The Casio family just bought the live broadcast rights for the whole of continent. A formation of helicopters, yachts, and satellite signals will simultaneously broadcast Don Casio and Miss Amy's wedding of the century live."

respect each one of them. and lastly... Fifth... Money... it's the root cause of all demons... Believe me... Money can break you or make you..." "Thank you and have a great day ahead," Mr. Jericho del Fuego leaves the stage waving his hand to the audience. There's a stand-out ovation from the crowd as they all stand out and clap their hands aloud. Mr. Abaya went on stage and invited Mr. del Fuego once again to award his Plaque of Appreciation.

First order of business, get myself a good spot for a grave, and thanks to my generous sponsor, I could. I could never get a house of my own when I was alive. Thanks to Jessica, I could get my own final resting place. Once I was done picking the spot, I went and shopped for the stuff I wanted to bring with me to the afterlife. When I got back to my place, Christian sent me a link. 'You need to see this.' Curious, I clicked into the link. It was a video of the banquet. It showed how I got kicked down by Christopher and was exposed by Jessica.

I didn't know why, but my hand shook slightly. "May I?" he asked, gesturing to the bench. I nodded stiffly, scooting over to make room. The bench was small, and as he sat, his side pressed firmly against mine. It felt intentional. I tried to shift away, but the armrest was already digging into my hip. "Your father was a giant among men," McGregor said, his voice dropping into a fake somber, fatherly tone. He lifted a hand and placed it on my knee, stroking the satin fabric gently. "He’ll be missed. Truly."

Before Egor could point his gun at him, Sahir pulled the trigger and shot him with a silence on. Egor fell dead on the floor. Blood started dripping out from his body. Sahir turned his head back to look at Santorini. He walked over Egor's dead body moving towards Santorini. He wasn't just a SULTAN but a possessive father within him was taking over the Mafia. "Let's talk Sultan, I can explain" Santorini backed off. "And you wanna take my daughter away from me? MY FLOWER?"Sahir sighed deeply. His temper was still high.

Zack asks baffled. Zack takes his hand to his cheek, perplexed about what I did. I look daggers at him. I do not care if he talked to Jareth or gave Grandma my address, I am sick of him wanting to force me to kiss him, wishing Leopold was dead was just the straw that broke the camels back. Zack is my first love, I can not deny that, but Leopold is my forever love, the one that will last for the rest of my life and I won’t allow Zack or anyone else to wish him dead.

Chapter 32 The clashing sounds of sword blades constantly echo through almost the entire Al-Abadi mansion. Morgana hears it from the gym, curious, she goes to the location and watches Zayn and Naim fighting as if their lives depended on it. Their agility is incredible, they fight with fervor, seemingly unafraid of the blades passing inches from their faces. She's impressed, never seen this type of combat up close, it looks so real. Unfortunately, for Morgana, Zayn loses. Nevertheless, he smiles at his friend and leads him inside, suggesting they have a refreshing tea.

My fiancé, Jim Smith, had always been the kind of older brother who spoiled his younger sister. Harriet Smith, his adopted sister, was the first person he thought of whenever anything happened. When the craze for seasonal drinks swept through town, he was quick to buy Harriet the first one of the season. When he bought his first car outright, he saved the passenger seat for her to try first. Even when a fire broke out in our house in the middle of the night, his first instinct was to rush into Harriet's room and carry her downstairs. Only after he knew she was safe did he call to wake me. After I was injured in that fire, I finally lost my temper and demanded that he choose between Harri

"But it is also the price for being this close to me. Remember that. The closer you get, the colder the water gets." He pulled back, his eyes sharp and serious, instantly returning to the strategist. "Now go. Before the water reflects a face it shouldn't." I backed away, my entire body shaking, my lips tingling. I didn't say a word. I didn't need to. I had the truth, the passion, and the terrifying knowledge that I was now an active soldier in a family coup. The terror had never been greater, but neither had the sense of being truly, fatally alive.