Megan Hart Novels Novels & Stories

“My lady! My lady!” Rosetta yelled as she burst through the drawing room to where Megan was seating with a book in her hands, the bold words Theories Of The Master Tactician written on the front. Startled, Megan glanced up, her hands resting as usual on her stomach, and her eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of the impromptu visitor.

Just like I said, it was only a matter of time before those two got what was coming to them! Before her mother got into the terrible accident, Megan had been pulling every trick in the book to get Charlie to divorce her. Later on, when Megan finally wiggled her way into the household thanks to Charlie, she not only took over the master bedroom, but she even stole everything from Hailey. To make matters worse, she had brainwashed Charlie into abandoning Hailey in the hospital. “Mom, when are you going to wake up? I won first place in a fashion competition recently and I’m planning to start a boutique studio soon. By the time you wake up, I will have become a famous and successful designer!”

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Immediately I saw her, I recognized her. Megan Oluwatoyin Peter. One of Starks and Clarks best lawyers and the author of the two bestsellers, 'Are you still home?' and 'May the children raise their voices'. She was my role model. Oh my Goddess, I'm meeting my role model.

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It's cold, and my thin jacket doesn't do much against the autumn night. It's crazy to think that, less than twelve hours ago, I was actually feeling like a normal teenager. I was on a date, enjoying myself for the first time in weeks. And then the whole world flipped upside down. First with Heather and Alice. And then with the Silver Hunters. Thinking about Heather and Alice still makes me sick. I genuinely thought Alice was my friend. She showed me kindness, took me under her wing when I came to Hawthorn. And then she stabbed me in the back.

'Megan's their regional lead now. My heart races. "And who represented Stone Corporations in the meeting?" I ask with a low and dangerous voice. Harvey sighs. “A woman named Megan Pierce. Their regional lead. She was... impressive. She led the pitch.” Boom. A cannonball straight to the chest. Megan's the reason I lost the biggest deal I’ve chased in years? I stare at him in shock. Of course she did. Megan, my ex-wife and ex-Luna. The woman who disappeared four years ago carrying my unborn children I'd thought were aborted. The same woman who returned to Arkon like a ghost only to shake my world again.

I was relieved, I finally got home. *** My name is Meghan White. I am sixteen years old. In two months, I will be seventeen years old. I went to high school. Now I am in twelfth grade. My parents are named David White and Rebeca White. I'm not a native of Strasbourg City. My parents asked me to move here, a year ago. They always ask me to change places of residence. I don't know the reason. I go into my room. I put my school bag on the study table. Then I sat on the bed. Take out a sheet of the letter that is in my jacket pocket. The letter looks shabby. The paper is almost brown. It seems was written a long time ago.

I suddenly said, standing with Megan. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I ignored her and led her deeper into the crowd where bodies moved recklessly under neon lights and deafening music. Her heels stumbled once before my hand settled firmly on her waist. “There’s barely any space here,” she deadpanned. “Good,” I said lazily. “The less space there is, the more real it seems.” Megan swallowed hard when I pulled her closer. Her chest brushed mine and warmth instantly spread through my system. She smelled sweet, like vanilla and something else that was quite distracting.