Right Man Right Time Meghan Quinn Novels & Stories

"Regardless, I'm proud of her." "Thank you," Megan replied. Zain and Coach Maleek left the backstage to continue the audition. Megan tried to walk out, probably to go cheer up her friends. Mr. Trainor held her left hand softly and pulled her back. "Hey," Mr. Trainor's voice cracked with emotion. "You made tonight shine. I am proud of you. Congratulations, there's no doubt you've made it to the Olympics this year." "Thank you." Megan looked at his hand on hers, then gently brought it down. "You know why I'm doing this, right?"

"News certainly travels fast in this city, doesn't it?" Without missing a beat, Damian flicked a card onto her desk with practiced ease. "I'm willing to pay very generously for his contact information." Megan’s composure remained fixed and polite. "Mr. Wright, I'd be happy to take your money if I actually Gifted’s contact info. Unfortunately, I don't." Eve shot her a skeptical glare and pressed. "You really expect us to believe that? Or are you just holding out for a higher offer?" Megan’s expression turned frosty as she turned her attention to Eve. "Miss Wright, if I wanted to cash in, the Wright family wouldn't even make the list. There's not much to gain from you."

Axel said coldly. Meghan read the result for a few minutes, and then awareness finally dawned on her. "Noooo! Why it's negative? What's going on? This can't be true! I don't accept this result. It's fake!" she exclaimed in panic as she threw the DNA result to the floor, the color drained from her face. The men fell silent while listening to Meghan's ear-splitting whining and protesting. "This is not true!" "We need to seek a second opinion!"

She warned her. Megan's eyes shone with victory, and she made a zipping gesture with her mouth. "I won't speak again." A knock on the door resounded in the now quiet private hospital room. Megan and Julie both glanced at themselves. They were not expecting anyone today, and the nurses had just finished carrying her blood for more tests because of the surgery; Leo and her father would not knock either. Julie stood up and went to the door. She opened it, and Megan saw Ruth standing at the door.

"This child seemed old enough. Don't tell me you've already had him before you got married to Joseph?" Her accusation was purely baseless. Joseph got even more livid at that, and his gaze sent daggers. Nothing enraged a man more than the thought of being cheated on, especially by a woman who once worshipped the ground he walked on. I shot Mabel a glance and replied, "He's six." Joseph exclaimed, "Have you no shame, Wendy? I was only gone for a few years—seven, at most—and you already have a six-year-old son?" Seven years, at most?

Liam smiled happier than I had ever seen him as he gazed at Megan, who blushed furiously under his gaze. “Have you set a date yet?” I asked, almost bouncing. “Yeah, don't leave it too long, or Quinn won't be able to fit in any nice dresses.” Summer smirked, rubbing her hand over my tiny bump whilst I glared at her. “I'm so nervous.” Megan squealed. “Any tips?” she asked me. I started laughing. “Yeah, doesn't get kidnapped by a psycho stalker who wants your mate,” I told her, making her hang her head as the rest of us laughed.

Oh, she and Caleb had a history, all right, and she hated that that history could never be erased. The night Caleb had arrested her, Megan had been drunk. Angry. And she’d had a crush the size of Texas on the handsome Caleb Thornton, who was twenty-three to her seventeen. After he’d booked her and they’d waited for somebody to come get her out of jail—unlikely, given that Ruth was too flakey and Sara lived in Seattle then—Megan had wanted to push him. Test him. Test herself. Maybe it had been the alcohol, or her arrest, or sheer stupidity. But when he’d entered her cell that night, she’d wrapped herself around him and kissed him. He’d been so warm and solid that she’d wanted to melt into him

When Megan gets into the safety of her bedroom, she immediately takes her phone from her bag to distract herself from the tense conversation she’s just had. Jared Ocampo: Megatron Megan blinks at the old nickname right before her eyes for a few minutes before mustering the courage to reply. You: Red She lays on her bed, just staring at the device and waiting for his message. When even was the last time she was this nervous?? Jared Ocampo: Got home safe? Well…we wouldn’t be having this conversation if I didn’t but… Her thoughts are condescending, but her body reacts otherwise as she squeals like an overjoyed groupie.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, and he asked accusingly, "Ryan, are you playing along with her in this act?" Ryan said impassively, "She'll be my wife after tonight. You should accept reality, Seth." Seth suddenly laughed rather disdainfully. "Luna, you've chased after me for ten years. Why would you be willing to marry someone else, especially someone who's paralyzed from from the waist down?" I retorted without hesitating, "You're wrong. In my eyes, he's much better than you are." Seth was furious. He grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me outside.

Of pale white blue eyes and my stomach dropped. Erubus. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Megan’s voice was filled with rage and I couldn’t stop the bitter laugh. She turned on me and I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Why is it that today, of all days, both your fucking men decide to show up and do something stupid?” She huffed as she settled on the ground, focusing back on Nix and her running. Nix barely looked back before she focused fully on running. And I left myself open to figure out what direction we needed to go.