Meghan March Books Novels & Stories

Fallon looked up from her book, her interest piqued. Linda’s expression was unreadable, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. “Go on,” She encouraged, her voice calm yet the fact that I felt like she was not happy. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before continuing. “Meghan…she wants to move in with us,” I confessed, ripping the bandaid right off the wound. The weight of the admission hung heavy in the air between us. I watched her blink faster than normal for a few seconds and then she mumbled, “Give me a second.” She turned away and focused on the meal she was making. She did some stirring and then turned off the stove after a taste test.

Comfortable. The bright blue bookshelf, filled with various cookbooks and novels, drew his gaze. He realized the entire space was colorful, and it seemed to be exactly as he would’ve imagined Megan Flannigan’s house: bright and well-loved. When she emerged from the bathroom, her hair wet, with her wearing nothing but a tank top and short pajama bottoms, Caleb couldn’t stop himself from turning into some kind of hunting dog, suddenly on point and on alert. She was beautiful, her skin creamy, her red hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. He drank her in, from the curve of her neck to the bright purple polish on her toes.

A man with grey hair filling every bit of his head, and a beard that trailed all the way to his neck. That smile of his, pulled a set of crooked teeth for the eyes to behold, not to forget the splotches that lined his tongue. “We’ve been married for sixty years now” Martha let out with a smile gracing her lips. “Oh, she is my joy” The voice of Marcellus broke out husky, words wavering. His shaky hands had pulled her slowly, and I watched their heads fall onto each other’s. “Our grandkids booked this trip for us” Martha let out softly.

These few days happened to be her fertile window, and if she could get pregnant with another child, all of Matthew's wealth would be hers for the taking. But Matthew pushed her away. "I'm exhausted. Let's do it another time." Meghan froze for a moment. After all, he had never turned her down before. However, the prospect of the glorious life awaiting her after the banquet made this minor setback seem insignificant. … Early the next morning, Meghan dressed up meticulously in the purple gown. She linked her arm with Matthew and went to the estate on the outskirts of the city with him. As the doors to the magnificent hall swung open, she lifted her chin and followed Matthew toward the center of

It made the world feel very small and very precious. Megan was still sitting on the sofa, bathed in the orange glow of the dying fire. A book lay forgotten in her lap, its pages fluttering slightly in the draft. She looked different out here. In the city, she was a masterpiece of composure, draped in emerald silk and navigating the high-tension atmosphere of the elite with a grace that bordered on the defensive. Here, stripped of the armor of high fashion, she looked smaller, more accessible. She looked like the woman I had first seen through the window of that small bakery in Seattle, the one with flour on her apron and a laugh that reached her eyes. She was the woman I had spent months try

I’m happy you made his wish come true. So, tell me about you. adjusting his trouser belt. Here we go again, I’m trying to avoid answering questions like this. I heaved a sigh. I’m Meghan. I used to have a flower shop. And now I’m on probation in your company. I said and smiled wryly. I could hear him laugh so hard. Well, you just have to prove to me you’re the right person for this job. But why didn’t you consider working for any firm when you had finished college.

“How is your studying going? Are you able to recite the kings of England from James I to William III?” “Yes, miss,” Meg replied, closing the book. She would have been able to recite all of the ruling monarchs from Egbert to their own Edward IV without ever having opened the book at all. Meg was quite good at memorizing and understanding history and literature. She was even good at foreign language. Maths were what hung her up, but she didn’t mind being asked to spend her time working on things she could already do. That way, whenever she was asked to perform there would be less chance of meeting the business end of the switch Ms. Strickland had traded her ruler for last year. While Meg was s

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

The voice is like silk, but oddly recognizable. Megan. My eyes can't settle on her. She's out of my view range. Who else wants to know about me? She has Penelope in some kind of mind hook or something. She's standing still, almost petrified, in front of the bookshelf. Penelope is struggling, but Megan keeps torturing her mentally. She doesn't answer her and this puts her in danger. I want to do something, but I'm just in memory. I am powerless. Eventually, Megan gets tired of her and with a swift move of her hand sends Penelope flying across the room.

- *Meadow* I couldn't sleep well. I tried to, but all I had were nightmares of shadows chasing me. The shadows and this overwhelming void inside were consuming me. Am I going crazy, or was he really traveling to see me? I really wanted him here, I felt safe with him, happy. But why was I feeling so insecure? I have always been a strong independent woman. I wanted to have him here and feel his arms around me, hear his words as he talked me into some sense. Nothing else made sense.