Right Man Right Time Meghan Quinn Novels & Stories

she snapped. He dropped into the seat opposite, still grinning. “Help me with a problem?” She rolled her eyes. “Not interested.” “You don’t even know what it is.” “I know exactly what it is,” she hissed, grabbing her bag and storming out. Noah chuckled. “She plays hard to get, but I’ll have her begging soon.” Megan found an empty classroom to kill time, then twenty minutes later, she knocked on Mr. Calvin’s door. Thankfully, he was alone.

"Kyler Vaughn, in the name of the Moon Goddess, I reject you as my fated mate!" It was as if my words broke him. His lips parted, then closed again. He didn't know what to say. He looked at me with grief flooding his eyes, abandoned and aching, tangled with regret, bitterness, and rage.

Vera's POV Georgina didn't waste time. She picked her nephew, Julian Judd, as her heir and handed me the reins to guide him—and the power to fire him if I had to. Julian was her sister's kid, and after just two days working with him, I got it. The guy was sharp, grounded, and totally locked in. Georgina knew what she was doing. When Derrick came charging back, he was totally blindsided when he found out Georgina had cut him out. He kept repeating it like it had to be some kind of mistake. He was her only child, yet she handed everything to someone else? He couldn't process it.

Sweat made his tanned skin gleam in the morning sunlight, highlighting every muscle in his back, shoulders, and arms. Oh for the love of— "That," Veronica said, her voice almost reverent, "is the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life." "Dibs," Madison declared immediately. "You can't call dibs on a person," Veronica argued, not taking her eyes off Elijah. "Besides, I saw him first." "You did not! We looked at the same time!" Nate cleared his throat loudly. "Ladies, that's…" "Is he single?" Veronica interrupted, completely ignoring him.

LOCAL BUSINESSMAN TYLER RASHFORD AND WIFE KAREN ATTEND CHARITY GALA. The photo loaded. Tyler. Karen. Jacob. Smiling. Looking like the perfect family. The familiar ache returned. Maria quietly took the phone from her hand. “Stop torturing yourself.” Irina swallowed. “I’m trying.” “Then start by going to New York.” A moment passed. Then Irina nodded. “Book the flight.” Maria grinned. “Done.” For the first time in months, a spark of excitement stirred inside her. New York. A new opportunity. A new chapter.

I greet her, not knowing what to say. She slaps her forehead, "dumb me; I thought you were coming in an hour time." "Huh?" I ask confused. She's expecting me; did she see me from the future? Is she a seer? She smiles and stretches her hand forward to me, "I'm Megan Altamira." I take her hand choosing to go with the flow, she's Aaron's mum no wonder Aaron is so beautiful, "I'm Noel Atkins." "Oh that's such a beautiful name"

So far, none of the applicants was able to impress nor catch their fancy. "I'm done. Let's continue tomorrow," Alkira muttered drained from long hours of just sitting and asking questions. "Let's interview one more person, then call it a day," Victor said. Hailey sighed and sat back. "Megan Brown," Victor called out. Megan pushed the door open and entered, dressed in a well ironed black pencil skirt, over a milky white shirt and black heels to compliment her outfit. Her hair was tied up in a beautiful ponytail and her face was bare of make-up, yet she looked gorgeous.

"Shut up! You're just some girl who got passed around by kidnappers. And adopted, too! You really think a top-tier family like the Quandts would ever take you in? She turned on me next. "And you, Quinn! You worshipped me for ten years. Now you're marrying her? A girl who can't even stand?" I didn't miss a beat. "She's worth ten of you." Her face twisted. She lunged, grabbed my wrist, and tried to drag me away. Yvette panicked, started to rise from her chair. I broke free and gently pressed her back down. I knew she was faking the paralysis—but I also knew it wasn't time yet. Not for me.

Margaret: As the clock struck midnight, Margaret was still awake, poring over documents in her home office. Her mother had left hours ago, extracting a promise from Margaret that she'd get some rest. But sleep was the last thing on Margaret's mind. She'd made significant progress in her plan to take down MacPherson Industries. With Maxwell's help, she'd identified several weak points in the company's structure and practices. It wouldn't take much to turn these into full-blown scandals. Margaret leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. In just a few days, she'd go public with everything she knew. Carson's precious company would be in ruins, just like the life he'd promised her

“After my stunt in court, I realized I couldn’t live with myself. I was blinded by loyalty, but after thinking it over and reviewing the evidence, I see now… everything points to Asher Hartwell. My friend. My boss. My mistake. And I can’t live knowing the man I defended was nothing but a murderer.” He set the paper down again, smoothing the creases with almost tender care. “Touching, isn’t it? The world will eat it up. You dying a tragic, broken man, crushed by the truth you tried to deny. And the beauty of it? It’ll finish Asher off. No one will believe him after this.” Julian leaned back in the chair, the ropes biting deeper into his skin. He could feel his pulse pounding in his temples, b