Author Margaret Way Novels & Stories

"Sit down, please. All of you." They sat. Yuna wrapped her hands around the cup, more for something to hold than because she wanted tea. Margaret sat across from her and looked at her with open, unhurried assessment. Not hostile. Not warm exactly. Just honest. "Your mother was my student," Margaret said. "My best student, if I'm being accurate. I taught her everything I knew about the Binding, about royal bloodline responsibilities, about how to survive in a world that wanted her dead." She paused, letting that land. "And then she fell in love with a human man and made choices that I disagreed with, and we argued about it terribly, and she left for Los Angeles anyway."

Emily followed beside him. Ryan and Daniel came behind them. Margaret’s eyes immediately locked onto Emily. She studied her from head to toe. The silence lasted several seconds. Then Margaret spoke coldly. "So this is the woman." Emily felt the hostility immediately. But she forced herself to stay calm. Margaret continued. "The woman who destroyed my nephew’s marriage." Emily frowned. "Excuse me?" Ryan muttered under his breath, "Here we go." Margaret ignored him. She looked directly at Emily. "You divorced Marcus Carter…"

She looked up with wide and fearful eyes. Margaret crouched down and got right in Rosaline's face. The cloying scent of an expensive floral perfume invaded Rosaline's lungs. "Listen to me," Margaret hissed. "You are a filthy bastard." Rosaline kept her expression blank and terrified. "Your mother thought opening her legs could secure her a fortune," Margaret sneered. "She thought a pregnancy would trap Graham Whitaker. She failed. She died in a gutter because she was weak."

Margaret said. Then Margaret approached me. Unexpectedly, she hugged me and patted my back lightly. “Thank you for giving me a grandchild. You’re pretty great.” I stood there frozen, trying to digest the last sentence. She said ‘You’re pretty great’. It wasn’t a compliment. She was being sarcastic. Margaret was still Margaret. She would never change. There was nothing I could expect from this family. I was just dusting on their footwear that they could shake off. My figure is more like a germ across the sea.

She had a bag over one shoulder and her reading glasses in a case in her hand and the specific quality of someone doing something new and ordinary simultaneously, ordinary because going to a class was objectively a normal thing, new because Lillian Whitmore at nineteen had not had many experiences of choosing something for herself and doing it. Margaret appeared in the hallway before she left. She held out a book. A small annotated edition of collected essays, the spine worn with use. “For the English component,” she said. “The annotations are mine. You don’t have to use them.” Lillian took the book and looked at it and then at Margaret. “Thank you,” she said. She went out the door. Margaret

Margaret had claimed the reason she wasn't manifesting was because she was yet to accept who she was. "Yeah, yeah," Beatrice sighed. "I feel like a total wuss," she sighed again. "Oh, don't be," Margaret said from the door step, rushing towards the two of them, smiling wider than a hyena while stuffing grapes into her mouth. She had an entire basket of it as he walked in. "So shall we begin again today?"she said with a smile.

“Even though I haven’t seen her in a while, she still manages to hunt us.” I looked away, jaw tight. “Why don’t we stop talking about Anna?” Margret continued. “I came because I have something for you.” She placed a small bag on the desk. I glanced at it. “It’s an herbal medicine,” Margret said with a grin. “My friend’s daughter couldn’t conceive. The moment she took it, she got pregnant.” I stared at her, “Why are you giving that to me?” I asked flatly. “I’m doing my duty as a good mother,” Margret replied smoothly. “You don’t need to ask before I perform my duty. I want to carry my grandchildren; thank God Anna didn’t give me one.”

margaret announced "I went for a walk after my time with your father " "That sounds lovely " I said , bending to place a kiss on her cheek . "How is dad ? I asked , since i had been too busy to visit . "He is doing fine and misses you too" Hungry? i prompted "Not really " margaret said "I'll make a lovely salad and you can do your best with it ".Trying to encourage her to eat even though she didnt . "Grace went for sleepover at clodagh's place ". "How was work?" she asked "It was fine " I answered

“Starting with Adrian’s mother, Margaret Moore.” Applause. Margaret glided to the stage, took the microphone with the grace of someone who’d been commanding rooms her entire life. “When Adrian first told me he’d proposed,” Margaret began, “I wept with joy. Not just because my son had found love, but because he’d found the right love.” Her eyes swept the room, landed on me for a brief, pointed moment. “Vivian is everything I could have hoped for in a daughter-in-law. Graceful. Devoted. Strong enough to stand beside a man like my son.”

GABRIELLA'S POV Margaret couldn't believe what she was witnessing. The once harmonious atmosphere had been shattered by a heated argument between Dorcas and Argatha. Rising from her seat, Margret felt a surge of anger fueled by her concern for the well-being of everyone involved. She needed to intervene and put an end to the fight that was disrupting the entire event. "Enough, Dorcas! Enough of all these words," Margret exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration. "This isn't like you. What's the matter? What's your problem exactly?"