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?"

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?

“Now can I go?” “Not so fast.” He warned. He then whirled me around so I was staring into those deep eyes. He dragged them over my features like he was trying to confirm something, then he made a small sound of disapproval. “When were you planning to tell me the truth?” My pulse spiked. “What truth?” “You’re not Marley Pann,” he said as a matter of fact. I inhaled a shaky breath. My legs could barely keep up. He leaned into me until his shoes brushed against mine. “You’re Megan Qing.”

They felt as though someone had strangled their voices in their very throats. Lucas clutched his swollen face as he trembled in disbelief. "M-Mr. Grant… you hit the wrong person. It was this little thug—" "Shut your damn mouth!" Gordon was shaking with fury. Then, he pointed at Lucas and roared, "Are you blind? The one in front of you is the current president of Kingsfield University, Selene Shaw!" The moment those words left his mouth, it felt as though a bomb had exploded in the hallway.

I was afraid of that. Meghan is not a bad person, she's just a bad person for Tristan. He is all party, alcohol and weed on the outside, but all computers, books and ted talks on the inside. She on the other hand models for a living. She's beautiful yes! but she doesn't seem to have much depth to her. Tristan likes substance, that's why I'd been surprised when he introduced me to her. I thought it was just a moment's thing - just like with the others, until he told me he'd fallen in love with her. You can imagine my shock at that.

He smiled amicably before hurrying to meet Megan. “Oh...that scum. Did he just call me short. ” Claire huffed. “ Being short is better than that chopstick called Megan.” She stormed out of the meeting room. Just like that, the hyenas left the meeting room one by one to resume their work. * “ Prepare the car!” Quinn said as he made his way towards the elevator. “ On it” Gary quickly sent a text message to John. “ I sent a number to you. Track it down,find the address and name of the person. ”

I take a seat behind my huge new desk, my heartbeat echoing with anxiety and anticipation, nearly overtaking me. Her eyes widened in disbelief- the delta as well but I focused on Meg. Her face paled and she seemed frozen. Her hands came up to the chair handles on the side of her and she sort of was stuck between getting up and sitting down. It takes nearly a minute for her to find her vocals, after passing knowing glances to the man next to her. Megan hesitated. Her eyes were filled with regret, and I knew the answer before she even spoke. “Yes. She’s yours.”

I shrugged at her with a smile. Out of all the people Liam could be mated to, I couldn’t be happier that Megan is his mate, although it does mean she will be leaving with Liam, so it’s kind of bittersweet. I looked to Summer as she watched them, and I could tell she was feeling the same. -Quinn, is everything ok?- Nathan’s voice in my head startled me. -Yes, everything is fine. Liam and Megan are mates- -I was wondering what was taking so long. We're all waiting for you- I could feel his amusement through the link.