Author Margaret Way Novels & Stories

Alive. Selene’s POV Margaret’s notebook lies open before me, its pages worn with age and ink. I flip through them rapidly, my fingers shaking with urgency. My breakfast sits beside me, untouched. The food grows cold, forgotten. I cannot tear my eyes away from the text. Margaret was a genius. Her work with aromatic cures—Potions that healed both curses and natural diseases—is nothing short of revolutionary. She was ahead of her time. A pioneer. And yet, none of it helps.

Somehow, it was easy to be without shame with him. Then she turned towards him and whispered "Let's go all the way"Lady Margaret whispers her eyes heavy with lust and pleasure

she said firmly. Big Margaret's eyes darkened. “Oh I know you very well, my dear. Stubborn. Foolishly brave. Too trusting.” she looked at Noah with amusement and turned back to Leah. “And far too sentimental for your own good.” Noah got provoked by those words. He clenched his fists at his sides, but Leah ignored the bait. “I don't have the passcode,” she said flatly. Big Margaret let out a laugh, light and airy, as though they were discussing the weather. Then, in a sudden, terrifying shift, she stood up from the chair, lifted the gun and pointed it directly at Leah's face.

"I've spent years married to a man I don't love, raising children I barely know. And I don't know how to leave. I don't know what they will think of me." Margaret was quiet for a long moment. "Do you remember what you told me when my husband left me?" she asked finally. Katherine frowned. "What?" "Twenty years ago. When Edward walked out, and I was so broken I couldn't get out of bed. I called you, crying, and you told me something I've never forgotten." Margaret smiled softly. "You said, 'The only way out is through. You have to walk through the fire, Margaret. You have to let it burn, because on the other side, you're going to be free.'"

asked Margareth very politely. "Bring it here. I really want to read this book," Olivia said, pointing to the book in her hand. Margareth had nodded her head and walked away. "Why does Margareth look weird too?"

He’d actually gotten teary-eyed and pulled me into the biggest hug. “You really want me to?” he’d asked, voice thick. “There’s no one else I’d rather have,” I’d told him. He had been one of the first people to treat me with kindness when I came to the pack. Through all the chaos and pain, he’d stayed by my side. He was like a brother to me now, and I knew he’d protect me with his life. Just like he had with Mer. Just then, the door creaked open and Margaret walked in. She was dressed in a soft purple gown and her silver hair was pinned up neatly. She looked proud and calm, like someone who had seen it all but still loved deeply.

"I can write Celus and see if he knows anything about this." Margaret grabbed a piece of paper from Salen's small desk on the east wall of her bedroom and handed it to her along with a wooden pencil. "I get so nervous writing him." She blushed, hiding her face with her hair. "You guys are so cute." Margaret gushed. She has known Salen since she was a little girl, and all she wants is for her to be happy. My Wonderful Mate, My day has been long and filled with many surprises; most confusing. Alpha Darron has so many secrets that I am trying to uncover. But I need your help. Every book that contains information about the Alpha lineage of this pack has either missing pages or has information th

I gazed up at Walter, searching his face for answers. "As much as I know it'd hurt you to know this, all she said is true, My Lord, he said. "I've known Margaret since she came to our pack to seek protection some fifteen years ago, when she escaped from the House of Raganathan, and I can assure you that she is not evil. We have watched her, and up until this very moment, she hasn't given us any reason to doubt her sincerity. We couldn't find anything strange or criminal on her, except for a small vegetable farm she tends with her husband and son."

An odd collection of girls lined up the wall like a bunch of rejected mannequins in the warehouse. At the end of the training session, Margaret bopped over a big smile. Margaret is the main organizer at our club. She is in her late forties and a truly nice person -always smiling, even when people act like jerks. I don't get it. My theory is that Margaret is, in fact, an alien life form. Margaret counted the group of strays, checking names on her clipboard. "Yes! We've got almost enough for another team!" she gushed.