Megan Falls Novels & Stories

he said and left in a black tinted Porsche. Who exactly is this strange man? She thought to herself.She saw her relatives giving her a look of suspicion so she quickly hid his card in her pocket. It was obvious that Maggie needed the extra support.None of her so-called relatives that were present at the memorial tried to help.It was already tough enough to meet daily ends since her mother’s passing. As time went on, school became unbearable as she couldn’t buy textbooks or pay for school activities and excursions. She also didn’t make enough to pay for the rent and there was an eviction notice letter that she had earlier received from the landlord.

Looking at the woman in the photograph, I asked softly, "Do I look beautiful? You told me to pretend to be blind. I did. You told me to hold on to Josh. I did. Too bad he turned out to be fake. But what I got instead is even better than Josh, so rest in peace." I pulled out my phone and played the video. Pointing at the boy on the screen, I told her his name was Donald. Maybe one day, I would marry him. However, not now. After sitting there for a long time, talking softly about everything that had happened between Donald and me, I finally left. I went back to the new apartment I had just bought. I did not expect that in just one day, I would be trending again. #BrooksFamilyHeirAndStewartHeir

Stepped backward. “Megan…” Her heel hit the balcony edge. Her arms flailed. Everything happened too fast. She slipped. And vanished. A scream tore from my throat as I lunged forward. “Megan!” I reached the railing. Looked down. Her body lay motionless on the pavement below. People screamed. Guards rushed. Chaos erupted. My hands shook violently. She was going to say the name. She knew. And now she was… Dead. Footsteps sounded behind me.

Evelyn warned and abruptly ended the call. Megan held the couch, she couldn't feel her feet anymore. She felt light, like she wasn't anchored to the ground. At this time, Shayna stepped out from the hallway and came to the living room. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked as she saw Megan in such a sullen mood. Megan couldn't say anything, she was frozen on the couch, her mind wandering, he'd heart heavy, her eyes barely holding the pool of tears that threatened to fall.

Sleep felt impossible. When I arrived, the house was quiet. The kids were definitely still asleep. The housekeeper told me Megan wouldn’t see me till later, but I stayed anyway. I waited, walking around the sitting room, checking my phone, replaying her voice in my head. Then I heard her rushing down the stairs. I turned just in time to see her stumble. I caught her without thinking. She felt lighter than I remembered, and that worried me more than the fall. Megan had lost weight. Her eyes looked tired, like she had been fighting battles I knew nothing about.

And like the terrible friend I was, I had no idea what it was. "What is it? Tell me, Megan," I said, cradling her face in my palms. "What's wrong?" "If I don't leave now," She cried, her eyes crinkling into half moons. "I could lose my mom, Camille." "Your... mom?" I didn't know much about Megan's parents. Another evidence that I was such a terrible friend to her. I only knew she was from Missouri. She had attended college with me in New York on a scholarship basis.

When she looked up, her eyes looked at her and Ethan’s wedding portrait that used to hanging on the well fell on the floor, the glass frame completely shattered. Her heart pounded aggressively. Anxiety went through her, making her unable to breathe all at once. “Ethan… I need to…” She sucked in a long deep breath. Her head became dizzy that she had to hold on to the railing of the stairs. Megan and Marsha were quick to attend to her and both shouted in shock when she fell to the floor, and went unconscious.

“You haven’t been yourself since we got back.” Megan slumped down in the chair next to me. “I don’t know how to tell you this.” “It’s probably best to just hit me head on with it. My day has already been shitty and I’ve been up less than two hours.” “I feel like the sky is falling down around me in a world that’s gone mad,” she moaned. “I’ve had to deal with darkness and threats to my person and to those I love off and on over the years, but never at such a non-stop and consistent level as I have over the last year and a half.”

Megan roared in anger. She jumped from the gallery down into the training ground and charged at Xasha, screaming for him to wake up. Completely ignoring the tens of thousands of miles per hour wind and bone-crushing pressure. She made it about halfway to Xasha when a lightning Dragon wrapped itself around her feet, tripping her. She fell onto the ground and it crawled up and constricted her body.

He scanned their faces in bewilderment. *** Zain was face timing with his phone when Megan walked inside the gymnasium with her shoulder bag, blowing bubbles with the gum she was chewing. Opening her bag, she brought out her Apple speaker, and began blasting pop music. Zain didn't look up or blink an eye. Both of them never saw eye to eye. Megan was not one of his favourite people, and she didn't care. She paid him dust! Megan moved back, and with speed, jumped on the parallel bar. After a while, she fell off the parallel bar risking her left ankle. Surprised to see Jordan watching her, she stood up with a zest, pretending not to hurt.