Macgyver Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’m sure he’ll get his head out of his ass soon. I’m going to talk to him later about it. I’m hoping my father has a plan to fix things between them. I just need to be a little patient.” “Don’t hurt that girl, Xaden,” Maggie said, sighing as she leaned against the counter. I knew she was talking about Maeve and not Mia. “Not again. She was destroyed last night, and I don’t want to see that happening again.” I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a bit disheveled. “I don’t plan on it,” I said gently. “Trust me, Maggie. I’m beating myself up over it. But it’ll never happen again.”

It was funny how at first look she appeared to be only a couple of years older than Freya and Sarah, but I could tell she was older than that…probably approaching her late forties or near her fifties. How I knew that fact about her was a mystery even to me, but I could just tell. "That's Cameron's mother, Malaya MacGyver." Darcia informed me from the other side of the table, keeping a safe distance from me because I think he had noticed how I had flinched away from him earlier. "She's Alpha Charles's mate and current Luna." "Oh…" I turned back to the crowd that had gathered around the baby. "She seems pretty popular."

He was aware that they were arguing outside once more. "They had a fight with a woman, Yx," Maccabi groaned. He is entirely correct. Once again, the two friends are feuding over a woman. He wasn't surprised any longer. The two seemed to be doing the same thing all the time. "If Magnar would stop bothering me, my woman would have said yes!" Gallagher grumbled to Magnar, who is now snoozing on the single couch. "I'm doing it for the sake of saving your fucking ass. You were duped by that unsightly and money-hungry woman, but you persisted." Magnar said dramatically and looked hurt, "Dude, you should thank me."

I asked, rolling my eyes. “Yes. You can't hate him. You can't dislike him… You shouldn't feel anything for him…” he spat. What?! “Oh, I love him,” Skylar purred. “I warned you, you were spending too much time on this Cicada,” “Are you fucking kidding me? He made Nuel infect me with the Neurophaga! He tied a bomb to my wrist! He made me a scapegoat for my father and sister…” I barked at Magnus and the second he turned to face me he placed something that looked like a ball with a rope into my mouth and tied it at the back of my head.

"For once, I actually trusted you, Gerrard. I didn’t send any sniper. Not this time. But now, I wish I had." Gerrard frowned. "If you didn’t send him, then who did? And why did he mention your name?" "Someone is clearly trying to turn us against each other, can't you see?" Magnus replied. Gerrard ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Then why didn’t you show up for the drop-off like Vincent?" Magnus clenched his jaw. "Because my wife had just given birth. I had to be with her." Gerrard froze. His mind raced, putting the pieces together.