X-men Megan Novels & Stories

“…some nameless thin waisted lady, back in the french revolution. You know how hot they looked,.....but that's not the point.” I let out a slow breath, adjusting slightly, still unconvinced. “If I pass out tonight, I’m haunting you.” Megan grinned. “Hon, you won't. Stop jinxing our night.” Megan leaned closer to the mirror, reapplying her lipstick with practiced ease. Once she was satisfied, she turned to me, smoothing down the hem of my balloon mini skirt. “I got this in Mexico,” she said, adjusting it slightly. “Never wore it.” She stepped back, giving me a once-over before smiling. “Glad it finally found the right owner.”

We walk up inside the pack house it was a massive 3 story mansion from what I heard it had about 20 rooms and counting because they continue to build more rooms, Megan takes us to the elevator that they have and we go up to the 2nd floor usually where the meeting room is and the Alpha and Luna's office are as well. We get infront of the Alpha's Office megan knocks on the door, we see Brian opening the door letting us in 'Thank you Megan' I say 'of course Ms Martinez' she says walking away. The 3 of us walk towards the middle of the room and we bow to the Alpha and Luna 'Good Morning Alpha and Luna' we say at the same time.

I didn’t know who he was, but I would, soon enough, and when that happened, I was going to be sure to make him regret ever setting foot in her office. “I already have him covered,” she said. “But, Xavier…” her voice hesitated for a fraction of a second. “That last name. I asked around about it. No has heard of that name in years, and there was no boy in the picture, none at all. There is one, though, they say a woman exists in that name. No one has seen her in years, no one has laid eyes on her. Her mother died a witch, her wolf side dormant completely. The first time she shifted, she was killed by another. Her daughter went into hiding. They called her Liana, whether or not that is her real

Anastasia asked. She has a small farm, and I often help her with the chores. Her mate is the highest-ranking general in charge of the male warriors, and she's been eager to lead the training for the female werewolves, but Alpha Samuel disapproves. If Anastasia were the one to train the she-wolves instead of Zayn, I’d gladly and wholeheartedly participate. "I'm not planning on going back there," I replied. As the beta's daughter, I know the duties they expect me to uphold. They assume I’ll follow in my father's footsteps, but the truth is, I don’t want that life.

And I felt that I was on the brink of something. That made me paranoid and edgy. A lot of things were not making sense at the moment, And this was Adelita. Someone had been feeding her money for the past seventeen years and I wanted to know who and why. Then there was her and Christine. I sighed and threw my laptop bag on the passenger seat before pressing the ignition button. "You look lively, what have you been drinking?" I complimented Meghan the minute the jet took off. "Not drinking. But I happen to have a boyfriend who loves me and I'm attending a wedding of two people I care about, and that is enough to get my skin glowing." She smiled over a flute of champagne

“I have to go. I’m sorry to bother you.” “Sage, wait.” Megan felt bad as the girl ran out of her house and she jumped into her car. She peeled out and drove her vintage hatchback down the road. Megan figured out that she had just gotten her powers and Megan had no idea why they had become alive now.

"It’s kinda scary." "Or impressive," said the other one. "Honestly, I think you just saved our asses." I gave a faint smile. "I’m Megan," said the dark-haired girl, gesturing with her thumb toward the other one, "and this is Julie." Megan was slim and wiry, with brown eyes, dark hair, and freckles spread across her face. Her frame was small, but her sharp eyes were attentive to everything around us.

She pushed back whatever thoughts that tried to form in her mind about this man. “I am done with men.” She chanted in her mind. “Your costume -“ he lowered his gaze to examine her outfit. “Are you portraying Allison the witch of Maridom?” He asked to be sure. Meagan tried not to follow his gaze down to the parts of her body that were revealing. She adjusted the stuffed toy cat and wand, balancing the glass on her other hand. The movement was to make him stop staring at her slightly exposed body. “Allison is my favorite icon.” She shook her head in agreement to his question.

I was ashamed of being rude to her, and my dislike for Alexander grew even stronger. “No it's okay”, Mia continued, “My mum was a deadbeat mother, she neglected my every need, showed a lack of interest in everything that I did. She didn't try to provide financially, emotionally or physically. When my father went broke, she started to have an affair with another man whom I hated so much. That man was wicked and assaulted me on several occasions. I couldn't complete my high school, and head to college. I was just stuck at home trying to fend for my parents. I feel like a bad person for saying this, but I am grateful that Mr. Alexander ended their lives, and took me in. He is a ruthless man who

Her excitement would have made her run over anyway, if what Charmaine had said didn't weigh her down. Megan began a slow lope. She was close to both Master and his second. She hadn't missed the looks they gave her when they thought she wasn't looking. But they never made a move, so she assumed they didn't want her that way. Megan was confidant in her appearance, she was tall, lithe, with the same amber skin as most of the pack and russet hair she kept roughly chopped around her ears. But maybe they preferred the softer, more well-endowed members of their pack.