Megan Name Meaning Novels & Stories

Hannah said. Megan shot Hannah a deadly glare that could potentially kill her. Bingo. I smirked secretly. She finally broke. I continued eating my steak as if I couldn’t see the brimming battle. “Look, Blondie, I am going to say this only once, so listen carefully. My name is Megan, and I don’t share a man with you,” she spat, then pointed her fork at me. “You see that asshole you are clinging to? He is all yours.” “Since you hate him so much, why don’t you divorce him?” Hannah asked with a sassy hair flip.

"And I said I'm sorry. I know you don't like Aria, but please try and understand our situation here. We need Aria. I can't send the kids back to my sister and you know why" The reason is because the kids are safer here than with her sister. Megan is a secret Mafia princess. I knew that even before I got married to her. Megan was only ten when her parents were killed by their rivals. Megan's elder brother and sister took over and as the last child, they had to protect their kid sister. She was sent away and attended a boarding school. After which she went to college and pursued her dreams of becoming an actress. When her sister's husband was killed, they sent the little triplets to live with

But Megan flinched, her eyes dark with hurt and something else – a flicker of disillusionment – as she evaded his touch. "Please keep your childhood sweetheart and her friends away from me," she said, her voice low but firm, each word carrying a weight of finality. Without another glance, she turned and walked away, Queen falling into step beside her, a silent sentinel. Megan might have been new to city life, a seemingly naive girl from the countryside, but beneath that gentle exterior lay a core of quiet strength and an unwavering sense of self-respect. She would not be made a fool of, nor would she allow anyone to trample on her dignity.

Megan. The 'make drool' of boys and girls. Mean, selfish, manipulative, little Megan. Tall, slender, and long brunette hair. She's a bitch. All the people in the school know it and all want to be her. They all have a love-hate relationship with her, even the teachers.

Rosetta asked, a careful tone to her voice, and Megan shrugged. “Richardson. I hate him.” She said again, the venom in her voice new and fresh. “We know all these, but why are you bringing him up now?” Brianna asked as she exchanged looks with Rosetta. “Because, even far away, he still managed to steal my joy from the one thing I have always wanted. My child.” Megan gritted out, pure venom coating her words. “My lady? We don't understand.” Rosetta dared to speak again, but Megan had already drifted.

Everyone thought they would get married, since they were a good fit: they were both from prominent families, and the Brownings and the Foxwell corporations had been dealing with each other for decades. My heart squeezed itself into a tiny ball. Megan was a successful business woman, she even owned her own brand of jewelry. Her social media was public. It showed lavish parties and photoshoots and travel destinations all around the globe. She was a highly educated, smart, confident and independent woman who had seen the world and been through countless experiences. Not to mention beautiful and sensual, with her golden skin, sultry blue eyes, full lips and generously feminine body.

According to the 13-year-old, that kid was gonna be her husband in the future. Apparently, she falls in love too easily as that was the hundredth guy that stole her heart, hence the nickname Maru. Marupok means frail, and there can't be anything that's more fitting for the girl. But pretty little Megan didn't need to know that. As months passed like a blur, there came a time when someone adopted Bliss, leaving the two of them. The chances of meeting again were uncertain since Megan's parents were still unsure of who to adopt for themselves. But suddenly, they adopted Ethan the day before going back to America, much to little Megan's surprise. Of course, she happily accepted him to the family

Typical girl from foster homes. Velkan clears his throat loudly, causing Matt to chuckle. Meanwhile, Meg takes the new girl's hand and gives her a hug. No one can resist Meg's charms from her. "My name is Megan," she tells her, “But everyone calls me Meg." "Hi, Meg," the new one answers with a smile from ear to ear, which takes away a bit that bad girl image that she has "my name is Kayra." "Come, I'll take you to the dining room, everything is ready, there are bagels, jam, bacon, scrambled eggs, coffee ..." Meg follows the list, while she leads her to where the table is set.

I'll just have to find another opportunity to meet Loriann then. "Meg," I hear the Alpha whisper adoringly, his gaze still plastered on his mate. "Megan. Her name is Megan," I correct him as I hide my face in my mate's warm neck to ease my dejection. With everything in me, I push away the feeling of resignation. A missed opportunity, but certainly not the last..

“You are a doll, darling. Now be quick.” Megan wanted to argue a little bit, see if she could win her father, but with her three brothers standing by, looking annoyed and impatient, she had no choice but to swallow her protest and go back in. Megan had picked this dress because she wanted to dress up for Ryan. The dress happened to be made for petite, slim and cute girls like herself. Even though she was 20 and almost 21, she didn't look a day older than 17. Her growth compared to other wolves was slow. It was one of the reasons why she was one of the most beautiful girls in the pack, but nobody acknowledged her beauty because it was also the symbol of her weaknesses. Even Megan doesn't reme