Novel & Cerita Linger Maggie Stiefvater

“And that, honey, is why you are the perfect girl for the job.” Leila nodded her agreement. “It's true, and it's why it's gonna work. You know what you're doing.” Because I knew how to handle pig-headed, arrogant male assholes. “Whatever. I just want to get it done with. The idea of pretending to fall in love with him makes me feel sick.” Maggie's phone chimed, and she grabbed it from the side. She smirked at whatever was on screen and typed back quickly. “Anything interesting?” Leila asked her.

A pissed-off beta is as difficult as they come. Josie: Very true. They can make life impossible if they want to. The stories I could tell you about Warren's brother when he gets riled up about something. Makes me shiver. Maggie: I hate you guys. Seriously. ******** Walking up the drive towards the Manor I watched the sun begin to set. It was still light out, so I wasn't breaking any rules by wandering about in the dark alone. Already the anticipation of the coming run was building inside me. I could feel my wolf alert and ready for a night of freedom.

***Trigger Warning: Margie, Steila, and Stephanie are disgusting, horrible she-wolves. The next few chapters will prove just how sick and twisted they really are. Almost every type of loss and abuse that you can imagine will be involved. If that kind of thing bothers you, I am very sorry! There are many happy moments and happy endings coming, but first we have to get through some really, really ugly stuff. Please be prepared.*** (James POV)

Maggie held up her hand in a gesture to signal him to stop where he was. “Stay where ya are,” she barked. “No one is going anywhere. Not just yet, anyway.” She looked directly at Tara. “I want ya to sit there and listen to me for a bit while I try to explain what’s been going on here. It’s a bit hard to understand, so I’ll take me time.” Tara reluctantly agreed and took the chair between Brandon and her dear friend. Maggie spoke of times of old with demons and witches and sorcerers; times in her country when people believed in the undead and of possession.

She was as greedy as she was evil, she didn't seem like someone who felt any sense of envy or even ingratitude. Maggie Hollows came from one of the families of vampires and aristocrats, but they weren't that rich, in the middle of an old associates party, her father pushed her for the werewolf son, she was a panther woman, so this would be an interracial family, which led to their children's emotional problems. Spreading then, numerous stories and rumors that she wanted to separate, she was living in the beach house, so according to confidants and witnesses she was claiming that Maggie met with a divorce lawyer.

Chapter 68 THE CAPITAL CITY Mina stared in shock as blond haired Maggie kept yelling at Amber. Maggie had never been so openly against Amber before. No, her style was more subtle, careful manipulation. If she was exploding this publicly, she had to be getting desperate. “Answer me!!” She snapped angrily. “You’re a fake! Say the truth! The goddess would make you a lycan! You're a liar!” She shook Amber’s arm with each word.

Freya’s P.O.V “My coven just used me to get to you,” Maggie’s voice sounded lifeless. “They told me they’ll extract your magic and give it to me, to make me powerful…but now my great-grandmother told me that I helped them for the greater good. That it was my duty to those who had brought me up…fed me and nourished me till I turned eighteen…and that was it…” I didn’t like the way it sounded. Maggie’s great-grandmother sounded like a dick, but that wasn’t my concern. I didn’t like the way Maggie’s eyes looked so dead…as if she was exhausted inside.

“You sound very sure of yourself. What about the Omega he tortured and raped to death?” Maggie waves her hand around as if she’s trying to swat away an annoying fly. “A malicious lie. My sister is doing what all spirit wolves do in the end. That is all.” “Really?” I ask. “And what might that be?” “They turn bad.” Maggie shrugs. “They’re nothing more than pests that should be exterminated.” “Would you kill your sister for Easton?” Maggie’s eyes cloud over, and she shakes her head. “She is still my sister. I love her. She can’t help what she is.”

She nods, snarling softly, “Wish I could’ve done it, but I’m glad he’s gone. For both our sakes.” Celine nods and smiles at her, “Yeah.” Celine looks over at Maggie. “Did she tell you anything?” Her wolf looks at her, tilting her head, “That she’s a witch, her name is Maggie and she was going to help me get back to you.” The wolf swings her head around to Maggie “I like her.” Celine nods, “Me too…” Celine pushes her face into her wolf’s neck. Then pushes the wolf gently off her legs so she can stand as Maggie comes over to them,

Kael played with a strand of my hair that had come loose from my braid. Small touches. Stolen glances. The kind of careful intimacy that said everything without saying anything at all. “And of course,” Elder Patricia was saying, “we’re all hoping for multiple matings from the Elxra pack this year. It’s been far too long since the Moon Goddess has blessed you with bonds.” Alpha Magnus nodded gravely. “The Goddess will choose as she sees fit. But yes, we have high hopes.” His eyes found mine across the table, and I saw the love there, the hope, the quiet confidence that his sons, that my boys, would find their happiness.