Author Margaret Way Novels & Stories

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

she said encouragingly. Feeling relieved by Margaret's kindness, Emily relaxed a bit and joined in the conversation. Margaret shared stories about Alex's childhood adventures, painting a lively picture of him growing up. Listening to Margaret's stories, Emily began to admire Alex's family more and felt grateful for their welcoming attitude towards her. Margaret didn't look like a strict and scary woman but was like a loving grandma, always smiling and gentle. She had a lot of wisdom from her years of experience, and being around her felt like being at home. Emily thought Margaret would reject her since she wasn't from a rich background or so.

Hand in hand, we walked forward, with Millicent and Jonathan's laughter echoing around us. We followed the sound of their laughter, slowly making our way home.

Margaret POV Forty miles away, in a dark hotel room where no one would expect her to be. Margaret sat on the chair, legs crossed drinking wine. Her eyes are red. She was laughing. . The remaining witches who had escalated Pierce stood before her, their heads fixed on the ground like they were waiting for her answers. "Welcome back," Margaret said, smiling. She picked a Pringle and laughed"I was wondering when you'd be wise enough to use Aguns 's sacrifice to strengthen your own magic."

The rooftop door opened, and Margaret Whitmore stood in the doorway, dressed in a cream silk robe, her silver-blonde hair loose around her shoulders, holding a cup of tea. She took one step onto the terrace, and her eyes moved from Adrian, still naked on the love seat with the blanket pooled around his waist, to me, fully dressed but clearly dishevelled, standing three feet away with the wild-eyed energy of a cornered animal. Margaret's expression shifted through several stages in approximately two seconds. Surprise, then understanding, then something I couldn't read, and then a mask of mortified apology so convincing that I would have believed it if my brain had been functioning at anything

Vivian pov Margaret Blackwood quickly sent me a message: "See you tomorrow at 9 AM at Blue Mountain Café." When I received the message, I coldly curled my lips into a smirk. The tone of the message was completely commanding, leaving no room for negotiation. Margaret was still wearing that same arrogant expression from before. Too bad i was no longer the beloved daughter-in-law of the Blackwood family. I replied with just two words: "Not available." After sending the message, I immediately blocked Margaret. Dealing with people like her was too draining; it was better to get a good night's beauty sleep. When Margaret saw the reply, she nearly trembled with rage. Just as she was about to type o

It must be because I had not gotten enough rest the night before. I walked to the locked cabinet in the corner. Inside was everything I had poured myself into for the last seven years, and that included my history with Ruby. I opened the cabinet, and right on top was our company's first server. We had built it by hand with the scholarship money we saved in university. We had searched the electronics marketplace to buy the parts we needed and assembled the server ourselves. Our initials were still carved into the case, with a heart she had drawn around them. She had even said with a laugh, "This is the result of our love and the start of our dream."

She came through the door and looked at Jayda and opened her arms. Jayda walked into the hug and Margaret held her with the fierce specific warmth of someone for whom love was a physical act rather than an abstract quality and she said several things into Jayda's hair that were partly in English and partly not and all of them were the same thing which was that she loved her and that she was happy and that she was also going to have opinions about everything that followed. "You should have told me first," Margaret said, stepping back and looking at her with the expression that was half joy and half wounded dignity.

Interesting. Very interesting. The words immediately triggered alarm bells. Because every conversation seemed to return to the same place lately. The past. The hidden connections. The unanswered questions. Margaret frowned slightly. Then continued. “It was long ago.” Another pause. “I remember there was some disagreement.” The teacher shook her head. Clearly struggling to recall details. “I only remember one thing.” Ava waited. Listening carefully. Margaret smiled faintly. “There was a woman there.” Interesting. Very interesting. A woman.

"Kael Vaxenroth! Did you think that I wouldn't have any other way out of this even if you refused to help me? I'll kill myself right now! And when I come back in my next life, I swear that I'm going to crush you underneath my feet, you fucking bastard!" Then, she grabbed the hilt of the knife and stabbed it into the left side of her chest. I didn't even turn around and grabbed the knife from her with my powers, throwing it onto the ground. "You want to die? Sure. I'll help you." I then waved my hand in the air, and hundreds of thousands of fine, bloody lines appeared all over her body. She would die exactly 12 hours later in excruciating pain as she bled to death. However, unfortunately for