Megan Warren Novels & Stories

She asked as her sister remained silent earning a glance. "How's Megan?" Janet asked as Marie sighed, "I honestly don't know anymore," she said as Janet furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean?" She asked as Marie shook her head, "She's hooked over this guy, Jake, got arrested for breaking into his house, planting cameras," she explained as Janet scoffed, "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," she said as Marie rolled her eyes.

She sniffed them out with a grin on her face and I shot her a dagger stare. I was surely going to deal with her, but it was definitely not going to be that moment. I would better attend to my job, or watch my job attend to me in the most horrific way. “Stay calm today, bestie, do not go tripping again.” Her voice follows me out of the house and I gritted my teeth. Damn that lady!! I walked out of house to the parking lot, slipped into my car and revved the engines to life. My name was Megan Zaron, the daughter of the most prominent CEO of the fashion Industry.

Knock! “I got it!” Megan yelled as she came running out from behind the changing station. She was wearing a strappless light pink dress that stopped just before the ground. Her hair was half up with thick curls and a neutral face. I wonder how much of that was her mom’s doing. “DADDY!” Megan screamed as she gave him a hug. “Hey there! You look amazing!” Brent said as he walked in. “Justina, you look beautiful as well.” I don’t think she heard him as she was looking right at Wade. His jaw hit the floor as he looked her up and down.

"So you decided to quit?" Dollan looked at the elegant woman standing in front of him, it was Megan. Sipped the wine glass in his hand, and put the crystal glass on his desk. Megan nodded, "I think it's time for me to stop, because I'm getting married and want to spend time with my husband, sir." Megan is Dollan's personal assistant, having worked for 10 years. Megan is now 30 years old, next month she will marry a man who has worked as a lecturer at a top university.

Megan looked at the intestines on the plates and quickly went to the toilet to throw up. "Heart bug are you alright?" Axton said entering the toilet with her. Megan flushed her puke and face Axton. "Are you alright heart bug?" He asked worriedly. "How can I be alright skylight, how could you present an intestine to me, not just any intestines, but the intestines of a dog, and who ever told you I wanted you to be in ministry uniform, you even brought a female calf, since when did cows become pets? Arrows and bow, am I featuring in Chinese movie huh!!" Megan shouted at him.

Megan then remembers Regar patting her on the shoulder, then hugging her briefly to calm her tears as she heard about Helena. "I met with ... Regar from Movaro," Megan said honestly. Eden's eyes darkened. "What?" He began to realize the reason for Regar's absence in the execution of the arson. Before Eden misunderstood, Megan immediately picked up her bag which was seen hanging by the door. She took out her wallet. "He gave this back." Eden glanced at the wallet at a glance. "All the way to Stakhvold?" Megan then proceeded to release a photo of herself with Helena. "He said he'd seen this woman," she points out to Helena in the photo. "Ten years ago here."

,she looks at Nick and Patrick. "Warren is thankfully dead Jan, Savage took him and the other sick fuckers out. All involved were killed off. I'm sad they missed you. "She gasps at my harsh words. "We had no choice we couldn't afford you and Megan," I roll my eyes. She is greedy always has been, and dad worked himself to death for her and Megan.

Megan threw her head back, laughing, "Seriously, Cat. That's how you hit on a girl?" Cattleya glared at her, drumming her fingers on Veronica's knee, "Oh hush you. I haven't even started." Veronica raised her head to then inquisitively look up at Megan who simply chuckled, reading her mind, “I’m Megan Brooks. One of Cassandra's friends. Captain of the NYPD.” “…You’re not a model?”

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

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.