Megan Falls Novels & Stories

I pulled her into my lap and she sucked in a shaky breath. “Hey, baby.” Her eyes flared at the nickname. “Don’t call me that,” she muttered under her breath, forcing a smile when Logan immediately grinned at us. “Oh, this is interesting.” Logan leaned forward. “How the hell did this happen?” “She fell in love with my face,” I answered easily. Megan nearly choked. “In your dreams.” Donavann made a choking noise of disbelief while Logan burst into laughter. I could tell she was uncomfortable on my lap due to how she kept shifting, but I kept my hand around her waist to stop her from standing.

This is so absurd. I looked out the window. The wind was blowing very hard. Along with my father and mother debate. The tree branches near my room rubbed against the shutters. I'm scared. It's like scenes in horror movies that I usually watch. "We have to tell her now!" I know this is Mother's voice. “No, not now. We have to prepare a way out first,” said Father. I know very well his raised tone. If he disagrees with a suggestion. “But, Meghan will be in danger! Accountants don't want anything bad to happen to her,” said Mother. I'm getting scared. What bad thing did you mean?

Because it was unexpected, she did not have time to brace herself so she hit her knee on a coffee table that was nearby and fell in excruciating pain. Liana gasped and got up to restrain Rich. She didn’t want him to seem violent in his mother’s eyes. Beth, totally not expecting her son to react this way was so shocked that it took a minute before she got up to help Megan. Even though she loathed her, Megan had been by her husband's side from the time he fell sick until he passed away and for this, she would not allow any harm to come to her. “Let me help you up Megan” she offered then gave her son an angry look.

"I think there's a wooden bench or two near the entrance. I'll text your brother. Crash in our place tonight, we'll drive you home tomorrow." Megan pouted, even more, letting Andrea help her walk towards the bench. "I told you, there's no more-" "Stay here, lady." "Whatever." "I swear, don't do anything stupid like last time, Spencer." "Sure, mom." Minutes passed and Megan got bored, so she stood up and did the dumbest thing. She walked away from the bar. How brilliant. Andrea, where the frick are you? She hit her head in frustration as she looked at her surroundings. There are a lot of parked cars and a few people smoking nearby. She coughed and covered her nose at the unpleasant smell.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

CHAPTER 40 Mila ruined our moment. My perfect moment with Gelo. The blue lights from the corner of the room faded in, the audio from the television turned to be our background noise, and our skin kept our sanity. We lost it just when Mila entered, ruining the perfect moment.

After listening to him, I end the call, swearing to make that blabbermouth Hugo regret informing the old man about Megan. The flight to Vegas comes to an end when the wheels of my private plane come into contact with the soil. I am about to board the car which picked us up when my phone chimes with an incoming message. When I check the message however, my steps falter and my blood freezes from the image before my eyes. My Megan. She is lying on a dirty floor in what looks like an abandoned house. Then a second image comes in. A girl. aA beautiful young girl who seems to be bawling her eyes out.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I push the door open slowly, stepping inside. Megra doesn’t turn around; she does not hear me. Before she can turn, I swing the metal rod, striking her across the side of the head. She collapses to the floor, her body limp and still. A rush of exhilaration floods through me, a feeling like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.