Mega Man Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" If you do not have a man, bellassimo, I would like to be yours" Meg felt all the light headedness go out of her. Oh, no. She had taken it too far. She had to stop him now. "I do have a man, Antonio. I'm sorry I lied to you before", Meg said and put on her best sorry face. " Ah. But if you do want to- " I love him so much, I don't think I'll need to. Thank you for the company." Meg stood up to go. " Mamacita! You leave now? Without pizza?" Maximo called out to her as she was almost through the doors.

"Let go!" Megan said fiercely as she pushed him away, her eyes instantly turned red. "Winston, are you proud of yourself? Despite your age, you've enchanted a silly girl 20 years younger than you. Am I just someone you summon and dismiss at will?" Megan rolled up her sleeves, revealling the colorful conch tattoo on her arm.

MEGAN ‘Marley…. I swear…” I gritted, my fingers digging into my hands, almost drawing out blood. She said her blind date was an ugly, trust-fund kid, yet, the smug, arrogant six-foot-four across from me was the total opposite. I sat upright and cleared my throat. Although, I was met with something unexpected, that didn’t stop me from starting what I came here for. Ruining the blind date. “I’m sorry for calling you an ugly alien. There was a miscommunication from my end.”

It kills me to keep my mouth shut as he says “I have a Chaplin coming after dinner; I will make you my wife before you get the chance to marry King Halturian. Tonight you shall belong to me, Megan.” I gulp as I say. “But I am Hatlturian’s mate. we had the mating ceremony on Althundral; you cannot make me marry you.” he throws his head back and laughs as he says “You may be his mate, but you will be my wife, and it will break your precious King’s heart.” I lift my head as I say, “I will not marry you.” He grins as his eyes glow, he says “You will marry me, Megan, You see I have heard that you've become very good friends with our little Ginya and if you value Ginya’s life you will say yes.”

Megan retorted with a smirk on her face. This got the old man furious that he signalled for his men to come over, “Take her to my room, I am going to prove to you how worthless and shameless I am, and by the time I am done with you, I promise you will come back begging for more.” “Let go of me, you sick bastard!” Megan's voice echoed through the room, laced with desperation and fury. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the men dragged her away with ruthless efficiency.

"What he has are minions. You know, like Genghis Khan, or Lex Luthor." Megan felt that she should be offended at being referred to as a minion but when she looked to Dennis and saw that he hadn't even reacted in the slightest bit to the categorical remark that he was a megalomaniacal tyrant, she decided to let it go. "Well, whatever she is to me, Kei, she and I will be taking our leave now," he replied and steered Megan in the direction they had come from to reach the open space. He pressed his wristwatch and a space opened in the ground to admit an elevator into the area.

My purple pajama shirt quickly drenching in my own blood. "She is a spoiled brat, William." Megan still in her Deamhan form, stood from the floor. She touched the back of her head, making sure there wasn't blood. She evaded his eyes, staring instead at the open door. She wouldn't even stare at me, the source of her rage.

As the shirtless man grew closer, Amy could see how the man’s skin shimmered like the metallic paint on her BMW. She noticed the shirtless man’s ripped blue jeans, which sagged around his waistline. The black bandana tied around his bald head gave him the only human element. Amy’s throat went dry when she got a better look at the mechanized man holding her son. She could clearly see how the robotic man’s design shared 2Pac’s likeness, and it creeped her out. To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life.

I say to the one named Chris. He looks at me and brings himself to full height. I guess he thinks that’s meant to intimidate me or something. “I’m Chris Melgren, Delta of Invictus and Emperor of the nagata,” he says with confident authority, “And yes, Mei is my animai.” “Talk about a plot twist,” I muse. No wonder he was getting defensive. He’s just protecting the woman he loves. I can relate.

The sight of him, all tall and brooding and almost naked sent a jolt straight through me and my mouth went dry. Control yourself, Meghan. Do not pounce on the vulnerable blind man. “Need a hand?” I asked, trying to sound casual and not like I was mentally cataloging every line of his torso. He jumped, startled. “Meghan. I’ve got it.” “You’re trying to put your pants on backwards. The tag goes in the back. Here.” I moved into the room and took the trousers from his hands. My fingers “accidentally” brushed against the front of his boxers.. once and then again as I helped guide his legs into the pants. A little thrill shot through me. He was getting hard.. I could feel it.