Megan Morgan Twins Novels & Stories

Quinn Magenta's POV From what I had seen and heard, I was one step closer to discovering who kidnapped my triplets. Morgan had a very strong motive here and he wasn't denying the crime. “I can't believe this!” I shouted. “So you were the one who kidnapped my triplets? This is simply unbelievable! I used to trust you but you have betrayed my trust!” Morgan smiled. “Your triplets aren't with me…” Morgan told me slowly. “Listen up, I am too old to think of kidnapping little pups just for revenge! You were the one who killed my daughter but I wouldn't kill yours! That's where I would stand out!”

she yelled at her mother with so much tears running down her face. "I'm sorry dear" she said moving closer to her daughter. "That boy there is... Was your twin brother". She let go of the album as it hits the floor. "You said w-what? My twin... I am a twin?" she asked her mum as she looks at her in shock. "There was an accident when you were only a year and a month old, and we lost your brother". "No, no, it can't be" she cried as she wrapped her hands round herself.

She had a full belly kind of laugh, the one that will make you do it too regardless of what’s funny. “Yeah sis! How about it,” she chided, as we both stared at Jenna. “Oh I couldn’t possibly. I mean that would just be…I mean he’s…” she trailed off as I raised my eyebrow. Gotcha! Just then a man came into the vicinity, clearly gunning straight for the twins. I instantly noticed a resemblance, their father? “Girls, there you are! How dare you not answer my mind-links? Meghan is having her first shift, right now, so get your tails back home and be there for your sister. She’s shouting for you both,” he snapped, as both of their faces fell.

I will have sex with a complete stranger—to the man that my twin is supposed to marry. “Are you leaving?” My mother asked when we were about to leave. Theodore paid his respect to my mother and eyed me for a moment. “I'll go inside first,” he uttered and finally let go of my hand. “You're doing well,” she commented, wearing that strange smile. I can tell that she was not happy—she’s probably not. My twin just died and we are here, attending her supposed wedding. “I might be your stubborn daughter, Mom…but please, don't worry about me. I got this. I always got this,” I assured her and held her hands.

This is not just a coincidence. She said in her thoughts. The ghost riders were probably real. This was no mere coincidence. The last time she had been here in morningstar bar was the night the awful thing happened between her and Aspen Mckinney. No! It can't be called awful anymore. The result of the accident were those little angels that were probably watching the television, playing, or sleeping at home right now. Those twins had to be the best thing that had happened in her life. They were her only true comfort. No fear of betrayal. No fear of heartbreak. They were indeed angels.

There was a hint of sullenness in her voice. "Maybe she doesn't even know she's pregnant aunty and if she does have a reason why she didn't tell." We were in the middle of a conversation when the door suddenly opened and it spat out our other friend Luigi. "Hi aunt, hi Kaye" he greeted. "I heard about what happened to Lovely, how is she?" I immediately told him what happened and why he was hospitalized which surprised him greatly. "If Lovely is pregnant who is the father? We know she doesn't have a boyfriend." Luigi asked after I told him the whole story.

Smith said cautiously. The room fell into silence, each of us contemplating the possibilities. Lupus is right, this news will send shockwaves through the gossip channels. Twin births are rare in Weres, this has been said to me enough times over the past week. A twin giving birth to twins, now that would be considered a miracle. Not to mention the addition of the Triple Goddess thing. I'd be a circus act. My pups would be bombarded by strangers from all over the world. We can’t let that happen. They have to be protected.

"Still using your married name so confidently, I see. It almost sounds natural on you, sis." Ava froze completely, the breath catching hard in her throat as the office around her seemed to fade into a blur. She didn't need a formal introduction; she would know that mocking, identical pitch anywhere in the world, even in her worst nightmares. "Amelia?" She stood up immediately, her knees shaking as she stepped away from her desk, frantically looking around before rushing out of the room to find a completely private, isolated corner in the executive hallway. "How did you get this private number? Who gave it to you?" "Relax, sis," Amelia replied, her tone breezy, casual, and utterly detached fr

“Please, I’m charming.” “You are annoying.” “I’m handsome.” “More like delusional.” Megan retorted I stared at them as they bickered, where they always like this. “Come on, we both know who has it worse” “Will you ever stop being a pain in the ass” “I can say the same to you” I watched them for a moment before clearing my throat. “So….. you two are twins?” They both turned to look at me at the same time. “Yes,” Alan said.

Silence echoed between us as Victor slowly turned his back to me. “I just want to make sure that nothing will ever disrupt us—disrupt things like this again. You may not know this, but humans are beginning to suspect that the massacre was carried out by a serial killer. There are posts all about it on Peekabook. Most of the masses are writing it off as conspiracy theories, but we can’t afford another slip up from your end again. It won’t be long before everyone starts putting two and two together.” “But they’re not suspecting supernatural activities. Isn’t that a cause for celebration in itself??” I snapped.