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Princess Megan has an Associates Of Art Degree in Journalism and diplomas in Free Lance Writing and Short Story Writing. I have 2 published novels: Passage To Romance and Princess Of Scruples. I work as a Qualified Medication Assistant in mental health. I am married and have a striped gray cat named Tigger. I am a Moderator at Writing.com I am also a Creative Scrapbook Designer and writing is my passion. Check out my stories in my Port.
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My World Of Hopes, Dreams, Fantasies #860369 added February 19, 2023 at 5:05pm
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Masquerade: Jane Austen, That Christian Grey
Christian blew up Roarke's lab. He thought it was funny I was cradling Jack's body. I turned into a wolf and bit his leg. He needed 42 stitches. I turned back into a human and slapped Ana. Roarke just cares about his Lab. I am leaving Fantasy Island. Tattoo cried. I hugged him and kissed his forehead. He is like a little boy but I adore him. I told Spacecraft Raccoon good bye. He is a friend. I told Dead Pool, Cheshire Cat and Thing good bye. This is like Dr. Moreau's island. Creature Feature!
As I was leaving, a woman came out of the mist wearing a lavender and purple dress. It couldn't be! It was Jane Austen.
"Roarke is fulfilling your fantasy. Vixey, Roarke is your Mr. Darcy. He loves you. Jack Sparrow was Wickham. You have success and love. I never got fame or my Mr. Darcy when I was alive. You have it all. I am glad you love my novels. Go to Mr. Roarke."
"Oh, Jane, Jack was important but he Wickham. I believe what you have to say. I admire you. You are my favorite author. Roarke is Mr. Darcy. I really do love him." I hugged Jane and she disappeared.
I ran to Roarke's mansion and we hugged and kissed. No words were needed.
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