Novels by Margaret M

I took the liberty of driving Mia out of the hassle of the city's unrelenting crowds and took her all the way into the outskirts to show her my favorite eating place in the whole of Busan.It is a small old fashioned restaurant built on the island of yeongdugu and it's really cozy and uncrowded and have the best view of the sea with a few flowers and trees dotted about to provide the best shade for their outdoor sitting area.My friend introduced me to the place once after we had drunk ourselves half to death at his uncle's funeral and needed a place to get some hangover soup. It didn't disappoint and I had been coming over ever since whenever I needed some alone time to think things through or mostly to just run away from my dad whenever he was pissed enough at me to want my head on a pike.We took our seats on the outside table of course because nothing could ever take Mia away from the pleasure of breathtaking views, be it snowstorms or catastroph

If anyone were to ask me why I fell in love with Mia, then I would tell them that it is all in the way she fails to blend in with the unneccesary fuss for perfection that is always related to my world. Instead, she's a scattered mess of a girl who prefers to dress up in ripped jeans, oversized sweaters and pumps than all the designer dresses, priceless jewelry and high heels there is in the world. She would choose spending her entire day sitting out on the beach or drinking coffee in a cozy cafe with her head buried in a book than go out to some fancy event flaunted with celebrities. In fact, I think that sort of thing would only appall her than it would excited her really which is why I suspected that, she would definitely find my oversized house with it's numerous servants, very overwhelming indeed. And so I decided that before she steps out and finds out that we have quite a few uniformed staff running around the house, I should prepare her a surprise as a

After preparing my bath, Jeon left me to my own devices and went downstairs to see to our breakfast. I waited till he was completely out of the room before getting myself out of the covers and went into the bathroom.Once there, I brushed my teeth, took that bath as quickly as possible and then changed into my favorite blue shorts and one of Jeon's t-shirts. It was a black round neck and definitely a designer brand by the looks of it, but it was also a few inches too big and it ended up swallowing me whole together with the jean shorts I wore underneath it.I stepped out of the room as soon as I was done and started off to find the kitchen and hopefully find Jeon in there too.The second floor hallway, with it's super expensive decorations was vacant and terribly quiet, signaling that there was no one else around on the entire second floor except for me. I walked down the carpeted floor in slow steady steps, taking my time to marvel at the beauty of

The next morning, I woke up to some lovely sound of classical music coming up from somewhere downstairs and a smiling Jeon as he lay next to me with one of his hands running through my hair and the other serving as a pillow for his head.He smiled at me after I opened my eyes, moving his hand from my hair to caress my cheek with such gentleness you'd actually think I was made out of the most fragile glass and might shutter into tiny fragments at the slightest pressure. "Good morning darling, how was your night?""It was fine." I answered shyly, feeling a little self conscious since I had just woken up and could have easily had drool smeared all over my face. I instinctively pulled up the covers to hide my face from him even though he'd had all the time in the world to look at me throughout the night.He laughed at my silliness, reaching his hand over to try and remove the sheet from my face. "What are you doing? Don't you want me to look at you?" He teased

I came back home from Kristal's place just a little after midnight and entered the house discreetly through the back entrance in an effort to avoid running into the two love birds just in case they were still up and doing God knows what in the middle of our living room. But just halfway down the hallway that led to the stairs, I caught a glimpse of my brother through a slightly opened door to Dad's study, sitting comfotably behind a pile of paper with his gaze totally fixed on a flickering laptop laid out in front of him on the desk.He seemed so taken with whatever was plastered across that computer of his that he barely heard the sound of my footsteps as I pushed the door wider and stepped inside the oval shaped office. His eyes sparkled through his rimmed, reading spectacles as he scrolled down on it, furrowing his brow more and more with each blink as if he was reading about the end of the world.I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him even though I didn't quite s

Jeon's father stood before us with a blank face that almost passed as bored. Infact, he looked kind of distracted like his mind was somewhere else entirely even though his whole body was there, standing right in front of us.He also didn't look anything like the super stern father Minho always painted him out to be. But then again, I wouldn't know him as well as his son did and so maybe, just maybe there was a chance he could suddenly change his mood and then have me thrown out of the house without so much as a second thought.It was very possible considering I was a total stranger to him and there was a chance he was a type of man who didn't like having strange, foreign women in his living room, dressed in practically nothing and holding on to his precious, hardworking son like their lives depended on it.I hoped to God with everything I had that I was just overreacting because I was already feeling kind of out of place as it was and adding a raging parent to t

The one hour drive through the vastness of that endless forest was mostly silent with very little words spoken between us to eventually no words at all.This was because somewhere in between the time Erik asked me to join him for lunch and the time I was getting my face poked with different make-up brushes by a very determined June, I had turned into a sort of shy Cinderella and was now all too nervous to bring up any meaningful car ride conversations without fear of failing apart in a miserable wreck of nerves.But despite my insistent silence, Erik still noticed my sudden discomfort and tried all he could to get me to act like usual or at the very least, say something by complimenting my new chic look like a dozen times over, in a dozen different ways, but I still somehow failed to get past a simple thank you and a forced smile which mostly looked like I was told to smile at gunpoint.I know it's weird how the me from before, who hated this guy's guts to the p

Erik stood up to leave the breakfast table just when I was about to start on my second burger. He said something about having to make a few important phone calls and also make certain arrangements regarding our prior engagement that afternoon.I personally suspected that he was probably just trying to run away from me and my super embarrassing heap of fries which apparently still looked as full as when they had just served them despite me having eaten half way through the plate, or maybe even make a dash after that giggling waitress from earlier and give her some proposition about a certain lunch with a few high society people because his earlier intended date, didn't eat like a lady at all.But then again, maybe I was totally just imagining things like I usually do and the man simply just needed to take those calls for the sake of his business. And its not like I knew anything about running companies anyway to really argue if there's actual need for one to

I spent the better part of my night thinking about Erik and all the things he'd said to me from the very first day we ran into each other in that dark parking lot to about a few hours ago when he told me, in the most nonchalant way possible, that he liked me because I reminded him of some girl he clearly still had a thing for.It was all very confusing how things had turned out to be like that between us and even more so since I still had to make up my mind and call him with an answer about the whole business with his lunch plans.I couldn't make up my mind on whether or not I should go no matter how much twisting and turning I ended up doing on that tiny bed I was unlucky enough to end up with for the night.There were two other beds in the cabin of course, but unfortunately for me, the said beds were already chosen by the two girls I was to share that room with even though they clearly had no plans whatsoever on actually sleeping on them.Th

The dim lighting of the lodge's back garden illuminated his blue eyes to their deepest color, making them twinkle like precious stones of sorts underneath the golden sunset sky.The trees and endless stretches of beautiful vegetation had started to glow from the sunset too but somehow, my eyes found themselves transfixed on the man standing in front of me rather than actually enjoying the view of the nature around me."Well hello there miss Martin." He greeted me in his usual charming, yet ridiculously obnoxious voice of his that always came off to sound like, he was the most important person to have ever existed.He probably thought that of himself too because as it turns out, he was also quite full of himself. I hadn't met many people whose arrogance annoyed me enough to the point where I had to fight urges to just punch them in the face like he did. Well except for Madeline of course but still, Erik got all the cocky points as far as I was concern

The next morning, Charlie and his team of both professional photographers and impeccably slender women, showed up at my door step at exactly 5 o'clock. They came to pick me up from home for that much anticipated adventurous trip and even though I wasn't the most important of people to come pick up from their home, they still somehow showed up without even making a big deal out of it.Apparently, Charlie was every bit the cool guy he was rumored out to be. He was the type of guy who cared more about having a good time with his colleagues than actually caring much about ranks and all that nonsense like it was for Madeline and for that, I was indeed, very grateful.Our first destination was the Adirondack mountains which was about 225 miles from Manhattan. Here, the models were going to get a few great photos to showcase our latest outdoor clothing line against the backdrop of prestine forests and lakes and since I had never really been anywhere that wonderful, I wa

"Ashanti! I want to see you in my office now." Madeline's Vernon laced voice pierced through the air like a sharpened sword, bringing my fast moving feet to an abrupt halt just as I made it halfway to my desk.I stood frozen in place as thoughts of whether I should call Erik or not evaporated right out of my mind like morning dew, leaving only about twenty pairs of eyes from ten other colleagues of mine staring up at me with looks that either pitied me, or were bottom line scared for me.It was never a good thing to be summoned by Madeline Ford at whichever part of the day or for whatever reason. It was a horrible thing that every person who worked in our department thrived to avoid with everything they had. She was a bitter woman who for reasons only known to her, was always in bad mood.Being called to her office was never for anything like a pat on the back for a job well done or for a nice conversation about the future projects assigned to us, it