Megan Stewart Novels & Stories

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

"I still remember his unruly hair at that time, he ended up looking pissed while eating. Good thing that wasn't the last time he went out with me." "So he still hasn't changed, huh?" The girls chuckled. Ethan just sighed and kept his eyes on the road. "Bliss, did you know that both Ethan and Megan only fix their hair whenever they go out to work?" Her girlfriend laughed, hitting his right arm. "Hey!" "Don't deny it!" Now both of the girls are now laughing. "The thing is, Meg only goes out whenever she's meeting with a client, or when talking about the blueprints of some sort. I don't know, I'm not an architect like her. All I know is that she barely goes out since she works from home."

But she was sure they suffered as much as they enjoyed her company. She leaned against the wall already away from where shed met Suzanne. She felt heavy and with the knowledge that her enemies are getting close left her with overwhelming weariness like there were devils whirling around inside, sucking the life out of her. ‘ they’re not gonna get me’. She uttered. Before even joining the gang, Meghan already had a notorious reputation of luring men and dumping them like trash of no other kind. But they never learned, they just kept coming. Each male species

She asked once they got into the house. "Yes. I just need to dress up." "Then make haste lady." She said. Megan went upstairs, she changed into a grey halter top and white maxi skirt. She paired it with a white shoulder bag a mesh flat shoes. She left her hair to fall. When she got down, Julie was on a call. From the words and the way she was speaking, it was her boyfriend. Megan sat down beside her and when she finished speaking she turned to her. "I guess you and your celeb friend are dating now. Am I right?"

Elizabeth grabbed her glass to test what Megan had said, the glass was dry it wasn't slippery, raising her gaze to meet hers, she saw a playful smirk crept to her lips. “What do you take me for, Elizabeth?” Megan questioned as she rested her arms on the table. Elizabeth was shocked, there was no way Megan would figured out her mighty plan, or did she? “What are you trying to say, Megan, I don't understand?” Elizabeth asked, pretending to be oblivious. “Unfortunately, it seems your secret paparazzi are too cheap and don't know how to be discreet, I could feel their gaze on me as I walked in here” Megan replied and Elizabeth's face fell.

Celeste mocked herself. "Tsk, if that's what you think, why don't you go back to Damon again?" Megan was getting better at talking. "That's different." When Megan mentioned Damon, Celeste's heart hurt. She quickly changed the topic. "Come back soon. It's useless to escape when you must face a certain matter." Throughout the call, Megan never once mentioned when she would come back. Nevertheless, Celeste was now known for something else. She's an Internet celebrity with ten million fans.

Larry's pov I stood in the center of the mobile command unit, a blacked-out van idling two blocks away from the Trent Club, and watched the video for the fourteenth time. The screen of my phone was cracked from when I’d gripped it too hard, a jagged line running through Megan’s face. In the video, she looked pale, her hair a mess, standing against a featureless gray wall. Her voice was steady, but it was the kind of steady that only comes from someone holding their breath so they don't scream.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I don't know if I would tell them what happened or just remain silent. "All of us here were worried about you," Liam said. He's Liam Collins, a childhood friend of mine. "Please don't do this again, Saph," Micca said. She's Micca Taylor, also my childhood friend. I just met Liam earlier than her but we're also in the same university and same department. "Where have you been, Sapphire? You made us worry tell us why you weren't able to come home last night, where did you sleep?" Evan asked. He was sitting on the couch next to mine.

“You walked in here with half a story and think that makes you dangerous.” Megan speaks from the tea cart before I can. No,” she says. “What makes her dangerous is that she brought all the wrong people into the same room.” Victoria's head snaps toward her. “Be quiet.” Megan looks at her mother and does something I have never seen her do before. She smiles, not sweet, not pretty, not frightened. “I spent twenty-seven years being quiet,” she says. “You can have ten minutes without it.” That changes the room.