Novel & Cerita Megan Warren

I remembered that they used to be rather frequent there when I worked there and knew the reason that they weren’t going was because I was still restricted from leaving pack territory. “We’ll go again soon,” Kierra said, “When Kae is not grounded anymore,” I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed. “Why can’t you leave the pack?” Meagan asked. She had turned up around ten minutes after the girls, all flustered and such, complaining her father and brothers were too much. I had been shocked to find out that she was not only the Commander’s daughter but also the youngest of seven kids. All but one of them were in the elite program. Her oldest two brothers, who were twins, were away with Chase

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.

Uncle Dan shares his little whore with his brother. *********** Megan had been her uncle's whore for over a month now. She hadn't had an active social life before, being a year older than her classmates, but by now the 18-year old didn't participate in any after school activities. She knew that she had to rush home from school, do her homework, shower and be prepared for Uncle Dan's return from work.

They talk as if I am around keeping me out of the intense conversation when I am the one who was brought up first. “ Who is Megan?” I ask. “ I don't like being left in the dark simply because I don't know who she is.” “ Megan is a seer. She has special gifts gifted to her by the moon goddess. If anyone can help us fight this war it's because from what I have seen it won't be easy, not when they keep changing our own pack members into creatures we don't know.” Finally Xavier told me. “ I think I might know where to find her.” The trembling woman adds giving us a spec of hope and that's what we need.

I shake my head and stare at my phone apprehensively, "She's video calling and will without a doubt want to see my office." "Why?" Mira questions bemused and looks down at my phone screen. "She's an interior designer." "Wait," Mira's eyes widen, "Megan Young is your girlfriend?" I look over at her and nod slowly. "As in business tycoon Duncan Young's daughter, that Megan?" "Yes, Tinks, that Megan." I utter stiffly and she sinks back in her chair. A look of utter shock and something I couldn't quite put my finger on crosses her features. "Look, will you please just hide so I can answer this and get it over with."

MEGAN'S POV *The Wolf's Joint Empire Press Conference* I walked nervously to the platform as soon as I was summoned. The crowd cheerfully applauded me as I got up to the platform and was handed a microphone. Standing Infront of the crowd with a nervous smile plastered on my face, I began. "Thank you everyone for this opportunity. My name is Megan Prescott and I'm the new manager of this project." Another round of applause game again. Hence, I continued my speech. "The Wolf's Joint Empire project stands for Moon Royal Pack's vision, for sustainable urban living, combining the welfare of the Werewolves with quality architecture and..."

“Relax babes we are going there. Come on get in now. We will go to my place first. I don’t think you need to change. Just redo your hair.” Megan’s house was on another street from Babi’s. The town Winslow was beautiful small town with the population of less than ten thousand. So it’s like everybody knows everybody. Megan is the kind of girl who is friends with everybody and everybody knows her she is jolly natured innocent yet naughty girl. She is not into relationships and love at all. She like to en joy her life and her motto is take one step at a time in life who knows what you miss while worrying about future. She is tall black girl with distant features.

Even though I have gone through all this trouble, there are still parts of me that fear that my parents will find some loophole to take everything. Megan Jones is a Wall Street wonder kid who made a million dollars in her first year of trading. She also pulled all of that money out of her trades and put it into savings accounts that continue to add money to her account. She also still trades and has made half a million this year.

Megan I was knee-deep in paperwork. My desk was full of piled files and documents demanding attention. The sound of the clock ticking faintly in the background was the only company I had in the silence of my office. I barely glanced up when Marie entered. But she sounded like something was urgent which made me pause. “Miss Megan, the peacekeepers are here. They said it’s about Elaine Scott,” she announced. Elaine Scott. My hand froze mid-signature. I looked up sharply and masked my unease with a calm smile. “Send them in.”

“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.