Right Man Right Time Meghan Quinn Novels & Stories

“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

She smirked at me, saying, “No need to argue about it. The time has finally arrived. Things will fall into their rightful place. Soon, my son will have his heart back.” A frightening shiver ran down my spine. Hearing this, my body trembled before them. “Don’t worry. You will soon atone for your sins. And Shawn will finally rest in peace.” Megan clapped her hands. “YES! AN ABSOLUTE CINEMA!” she laughed hysterically. “Say your final words, darling,” Melina whispered.

The metal lock slid open, and Meghan cracked the door just enough to reveal her face. Confusion and sadness clouded the half of her face I could see. I clenched my jaw, biting back the urge to yell. The pain in her expression, the way her lips twitched in quiet anguish, made me swallow my anger. I blinked, trying to piece together everything that had spiraled between us in the last day. “Meghan.” My voice was barely a whisper. “What did I do wrong?” Because I couldn’t believe she’d vanish without a trace just to clear her head.

The room was in chaos, with reporters shouting questions and camera clicks filling the air. Kim's voice rose above the din, her words echoing off the walls. "You want to know the truth? I'm not some obedient little princess who's going to smile and wave and do as she's told. I'm a woman who's been used and manipulated, and I'm not going to take it anymore." The queen stood up, her face twisted in anger. "Kimberlee!” Her palms loudly hit the table. The room was silent for a moment. “Fuck this.”

“You walked in here with half a story and think that makes you dangerous.” Megan speaks from the tea cart before I can. No,” she says. “What makes her dangerous is that she brought all the wrong people into the same room.” Victoria's head snaps toward her. “Be quiet.” Megan looks at her mother and does something I have never seen her do before. She smiles, not sweet, not pretty, not frightened. “I spent twenty-seven years being quiet,” she says. “You can have ten minutes without it.” That changes the room.

"What's wrong, Meg? I was going to ask you when I came outside and saw you with that guy but we had to start and we were in a hurry. Who was that guy?" " Jack. Jack Grayson. The man I was working for", Meghan answered her. " The Jack? The same Jack that you're in love with?", Juliet was shocked. " Yeah" " How did he get here? What was he doing at the rehearsal?" " Apparently he's one of Leo's best friends. He told me that he loves me, Jules. He said he loves me and he needs me", Meghan was breaking down in tiny sobs. " And what did you say?"

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr

Throwing my shoulders back and lifting my chin up, wanting to show the shifter kingdom that I was strong, fierce, and not to be fucked with. “I present to you all, Her Majesty, Luna Queen Morrigan Faith O’Connor!” Rian booms out. I turn my head sharply to him, confused as to why he used his last name to find him on one knee next to me, with a beautiful princess-cut diamond ring nestled in a ring box.

My mouth has quickly become drier than a Nun’s downstairs, and I have heart palpitations. “Don’t worry,” Scott whispers in my ear, sensing my panic. “There were twenty agencies in this category….” “And the winner is…..” The presenter opens his envelope painfully slowly, and I bite my fist so hard that I draw blood. “Emma. Just relax,” continues Scott. “You probably won’t….” “Herman-Brown marketing agency!” A spotlight swirls around the room, as the several hundred guests begin a passionless yet deafening round of applause. I squint as the light shines in my eyes and hold my hand over my face. Everyone on my table is looking at me.

She glared at Hans with the same disdain she'd once given Sephora as she snapped, "Who gives you the authority to question a Lady of Igritann? A Lady who wishes to fight for her family - you're nothing but a coward." Sephora could only gape in shock, as Megan turned her back on the Governor and made her way down the steps of the stage to where Sephora and Ambrose stood. "I'll fight with you." She declared, loud enough for the whole Assembly to hear, her violet eyes set on Sephora with steely determination. And Sephora had never felt so guilty in all her life, as she glanced to Megan's hand now outstretched between them. "I'm sorry." Sephora said, as she carefully took the female's scarred ha