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Meghan Trainor

Falling for Mr Billionaire 2

"What?" I shouted dropping the phone as tears stream down my face. He can't be dead, no! The father of my child can't be dead. I cried switching the TV on. "The accident that happened was confirmed that Mr. Benjamin Carson black was part of it. But it has been confirmed that Mr. Benjamin Carson's youngest billionaire which was the victim of the bomb explosion has unfortunately passed away as soon as he was bought to hospital by his cousin Damien knight. Mr. Benjamin Carson has ultimately overwhelmed the Carson family with nothing but tears. Benjamin Carson was a self-made billionaire, he was an inspiration to others. He was loved by everyone and was very kind-hearted who made a difference in young people's lives. Benjamin Carson Black will be missed for his kind-hearted and everything else he did for the country. His life was cut too short. His death was a shock to everyone and is bond to cause anguish in this country. Benjamin Carson black is a father to--------." I switched the TV off and Elijah looked at me confused. "Is daddy dead?" Elijah asked crying and I ran to my room because I couldn't believe it myself too. Why would anyone want to kill him? I came out of my room after a couple of minutes of crying and saw Elijah on the floor crying. "Daddy is fine." I lied fighting the tears in my eyes. "He would never leave." I assured him and quickly picked my phone up smiling at Elijah who was watching me. I dialed Anna's phone and she quickly answered. "Is it true?" I asked turning away from Elijah's because I was crying. "Is it really true Anna?" I repeated. "I'm so sorry Sofia." She replied crying. "I really tried to save him but I was too late Sofia. I swear on Meghan and Annette's lives I tried my best." "Okay." There was nothing else I could say. No word I say today would ever bring back the love of my life so what's the use of living. ***** THIS IS BOOK 2 of falling for Mr billionaire but you can also read this book alone if you want!
Queensofsupreme · 3.9K Views

Give Me A Break

Vic and Meghan are childhood best friends. Both vowed to take care of each other when they were still young. Soon… both of them grew up, sharing happiness and sadness together. As Meghan grew up as a pampered child, she always gets everything she wants. But for Vic, he grew up in a hard way as everything must be done by himself so he became matured and independence. Meghan moved into Vic’s house when she had a fight with her housemates for one silly reason, she wanted to go to Paris with them but they gave her lots of excuse not to go along. She felt hurt and went straight to someone whom she knew won’t make her in pain, Vic. Even though Vic told her for millions times not to act so childish but she stubbornly refused to move back. As her best friend, he just shrugged it off, maybe already knew her since young and let her taking the empty room in his place. Like a happy little girl, she agreed to follow few rules made by him. One, don’t make the place in mess. (Meghan always throws her belonging everywhere but because of this rule, she has to collect back all the things as Vic refuses to pick them up or he will pick them up but straight away throws them into the dust bin.) Second, don’t bring anyone to the house especially boyfriend. (Vic doesn’t like anyone especially man to come into his house without his permission as the house looks more like a crazy one with Meghan loves to put the flowers and things she receive all around the living room and other rooms, even making Vic’s things ‘disappear’ under her things.) Third, don’t bring any reporter to the house and no photo shooting in any part of the house. (Vic hates reporters very much.) Fourth, if she wants to go somewhere for few days, tell him first so he won’t need to cook for two. (Meghan can cook but she just pushes the responsibility to Vic, too lazy) Fifth, never tell anybody where she lives or with whom she lives with. (Vic expects Meghan to respect his privacy as he does to her.)
Fifie · 189.1K Views

Metamorphosis: A cocoon of secrets

This high school transformation story is anything but typical. Included in this world are vampires, werewolves and other magical creatures, but is set in modern day. Our main character is a grade 10 student, who doesn't easily fit in. What is an androgynous looking girl to do? I am sure wearing unisex looking clothes all the time doesn't help either. Being mistaken for a boy, angering a moody male werewolf, trying to navigate high school life, attempting to make a friend and many other adventures await. But most importantly, is love on the horizon? There is more to Sam than meets the eye...masquerading as a human to hide her true identity, with only a spell to keep her form from changing, she longs for the day when she will be strong enough to be able to fully control her form herself... ×When I arrived at my class, I had a shock. I had a moment where anxiety hit me like a ton of bricks. There, in the back row was Kyle. I suppressed my first instinct, which was to run out of the room. At this point I was still looking at him, but he hadn't noticed me yet; he was talking to two other guys. 'Maybe if I sit in the front row, and don't turn around all class, then he won't know I am me?' I thought. But, right at that moment, Kyle decided to look up as someone near me called and waved to him. "Dang!" I whispered under my breath as I turned my head away from him and slipped into the seat in the corner of the room. At least now I was strategically placed; in a desk in the front row closest to the door× ×'Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't.' I thought as I charged up to him. He was, as expected, ready for me. I threw a punch at him, but he blocked it, grabbing my wrist. Before I could do the wrist turn and put the pressure on the weak thumb, with the intention of escaping his grip, he punched me in the stomach with his free hand. The punch landed the right way to knock the wind out of me, and my body crumpled forward and slid to the ground.× ×It was the end of the school day and all I wanted was to be home, in my own room, so I could think. I walked to the edge of the woods and sat beside a tree to rest. I sighed. I needed this moment, alone with nature. As my body relaxed, I realized just how tired and sore I was. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the aftermath of my spikes of high anxiety took its toll. I was physically and mentally exhausted. Gingerly, I reached behind me to see if I could tell, by touch, the extent of bruising on my back. From the feel, I could tell not only would they be an ugly bluish- purple, but that some were still swelling. I knew it might not be as bad as it felt, as I bruised so easily. I counted myself lucky that I healed twice as fast as a human. 'If I had the healing rate of a werewolf, I would be healed by now.' I said to myself. 'Some people get all the luck!' × × I smiled to myself as I walked down the main street. It was finally the weekend. Free from school, I decided to see what stores there were. Up ahead, I saw a teen girl exit a nail salon. 'Woah,' I thought. 'She is really good looking.' My thoughts didn't really do her justice. She looked like she just stepped of an airbrushed magazine cover. She had thick, long chestnut colored hair, that suited her heart- shaped face. Though she had long legs like a runway model, her torso was shorter, so she stood a few inches shorter than me; at about average height. As she glanced to both sides of her, I noticed she had the most clear, blue eyes and a perfect button nose, that many women would kill for. She turned and walked away from me. 'She is so beautiful. She reminds me of classical music, famous statues and renowned classic paintings. Is this what the old masters felt when they found their muse?'×
MEGHAN_RICKETTS · 43.7K Views

Not All Roses Bloom in Spring

PREVIOUSLY NAMED 'THE BATTLE OF VEURSIR.'. Warning - This book does deal with the themes of war and loss. Viewer discretion is advised. She went from working in her family's bar to helping those out on the battlefield. Young Claire Emerson received a letter that changed her life forever. She received an invitation from the military only weeks after a war had broken out. Her country needed her and she knew that, yet she accepted the call for a reason totally personal to her. Join Claire on a journey of pain, heartbreak, sadness and maybe, just maybe, love, as she found herself, combating the war alongside the one man who stood up for her. *extract from the book* From her hands, she gazed up at her brother. "Do you really have to go back?" she asked him. The lump that formed in her throat was the only culprit, the cause of her voice, that held her words, to be so soft. From looking in the distance, her words caused him to lower his gaze and look down into the dirt. Not too long passed when he glanced at Meghan, who had her eyes on them both, she too was looking for the answer to Claire's question. Finally, Garrett looked at his sister, a small smile of reassurance appeared on his lips. "But I will be back..." A pause. "I will be back before you know it!". Claire tried to react to his words, she attempted to smile but failed in doing so. She wasn't in the mood to give him a fake smile, to fake her contentment. Garrett took in another breath. "I-I have to go. I have to go, Claire. They need me there. But I think it'll be everything like it was thus far, it'll be nothing serious. Remember when dad, too, was a soldier? He spent less than a year in the army and then came back.". "Y-yeah, but this is different, Garrett...". A very brief pause followed Claire's words. "Didn't you hear about another war brewing up? It was all in the papers, Garrett.". Gently, Garrett shook his head in disapproval. "They are just rumours, Claire. You cannot believe something like that. What more, you cannot trust those kinds of people. The kind who earn money from scaring others.". Claire was about to say something, she was about to retort, but she choked up on her own words. In the end, she said nothing. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be back, Claire.". A pause. "Just like father... I'll be back before you know it.".
Strale · 48.3K Views
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