Emma Mackey And Margot Robbie Novels & Stories

The heavy oak door creaked open and Margot slipped inside, her sharp eyes scanning me with the precision of a predator. Margot—the sly wolf who had once been a friend to Clara’s family, now an ambitious social climber weaving her way into the higher ranks. She had a reputation for uncovering secrets and using them like weapons, and tonight, I could sense she had come for me. “Emma,” she purred, stepping forward. “You seem restless. Missing Adrian already?” I stiffened, masking my unease with a calm smile. “What do you want, Margot?”

Margo replied, with a small smile. " You're a witch too?!" Emma shrieked, holding her head as if to stop it from falling. "You've met another?" Margo asked, scrunching her eyebrows, hoping the witch the girl had met wasn't whom she was thinking of. "Yes." Emma replied, her eyes still widened. Two witches in two weeks. What a wonder! She thought sarcastically. "What's her name?" Margo asked, standing up, eager to know who the first witch was.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

It was also at this time that the boss called. Baloo said guiltily, “Boss, I screwed up.” On the other end of the phone, it was still the lazy and charming woman's voice. “I know. Just keep an eye on Martha Yates.” Margot had left the cruise ship earlier and was now on her way to Capital City. After hanging up the phone, Margot stretched lazily and smiled coquettishly toward an alluring woman who was reading a book at the back of the Rolls-Royce. “Sister, Baloo screwed up that matter.”

As Beth watched her walk away, Stella rolled her eyes and said, "Don't worry about them. It's jealously." Beth lowered a brow. "'Jealousy' ? Over what?" "Try as they might, none of them look as good as we do. "All the lip filler in the world can't change that fact," Marcella threw carelessly. "Asides us, the only other original people here are Macy Beaumont, Paige Blanker and Margo Montgomery." There was that name again. Macy Beaumont. Before Beth could ask about her, her curiosity triggered, Nina got a smile on her face that had Beth blinking in dismay.

“Remember what we said? Be polite, no running inside, and say thank you if she gives you anything.” “Yes, Mommy,” Aiden said, bouncing slightly in his seat. As they got out of the car, a gust of cold November air swept across the driveway. Anna pulled her coat tighter and helped Aiden with his little jacket. Andy was already grabbing the pie box from the trunk—Anna had baked pumpkin and apple, just in case. The front door opened before they reached the steps. There she was. Magaret Roberts stood tall, her silver hair pulled into an elegant chignon, lips painted cranberry red. She wore a cream cashmere sweater and pearls, as if she'd stepped out of a lifestyle magazine.

The kind of place where deals were made and lives were changed over perfectly plated meals. Margaret was already seated when I arrived. A folder thick with documents sat on the table beside her. "Jake. Thank you for coming." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Order whatever you like. This is on me." I sat down. Ignored the menu. "What did you find?" "Direct. Good. We do not have time to waste." She opened the folder. Spread documents across the table. "This is what we are dealing with." Bank statements. Emma's bank statements.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

" Take a look at what it says under." " Miss Roberts, welcome on board. Celebration dinner with a new partner." My palms became sweaty as I looked at the photo again. Now, I could recognise Margot’s silhouette. There was no mistake here. She was standing next to the man, who seemed familiar, but I could not tell who he was. It did not matter, though, since my worst nightmare had already become true. Margot has already found someone interested in her work. Not only did she find one, but she became a partner. This was impossible.

The maid looked up at Maverick with an angry expression, when Maverick said, “Oh sister-in-law, you are amazing. I am proud of you.” Nick smirked hearing him and moved towards his head seat, while the guards immediately came and dragged the girl away. “Well thank you, for the praise. But, don't ever call me sister-in-law. I have a name and my name is Miss Emma Watson.” Maverick looked at Nick with a puzzled expressions. When Nick dragged Emma's chair bringing her close to him and said, “She meant Mrs. Emma Nicklaus Wesley.” To be continued….