Mae From Night In The Woods Novels & Stories

Mae playfully rolled her eyes again. “How am I supposed to believe that it’s located close to a damn forest when there’s no mayor or a recognized government official in the town?” I watched them as they continued with their little squabble with Mae trying to respond to her without revealing anything about the Dark Stone pack while Ava kept quiet most of the time, also sipping her wine and laughing at them at short intervals.

Cassie Harris will do anything to save her sick son. When a stranger offers her a live-in job at Duke Freniere’s mansion, it feels like a miracle. It isn’t. Duke didn’t hire a maid. He bought a sex slave. The moment she steps inside, her body and freedom belong to him. And he’s not the only one who wants her. Another man has already claimed her in his mind, and he has no plans to share. Trapped between two powerful men who both refuse to let her go, Cassie learns that survival comes at a brutal price. Content warning: polygamy, explicit scenes, non-consent, abuse, power imbalance, and dark themes.

Sometimes she wondered how much did she earn every day when almost all of her customers lunched for free. "Sam, you're going back to the mansion this afternoon, right?" it was Mrs. Shane. She sat at their table. "Yes, Mrs. Shane!" Samantha replied. "Kindly give these side dishes I made to your mom. Share them with everyone, okay?" "I will, thank you. They look yummy!" Samantha uttered. Maria and Mrs. Shane glanced at each other in secret. Maria would suddenly go to work that night which meant something unusual happened. When Samantha arrived at the mansion, she felt a sudden emptiness. She was just staring blankly in the living room. The house was big but it was always empty.

Life always had something to teach. *** That night, Amber jolted awake. There was a sound-a soft creak from outside. She rose from bed, her chest tightening with a strange unease. From the window, she saw it: a faint glow moving across the yard. Her breath caught. "Mum?" she whispered, stepping out barefoot onto the porch. Miriam was walking toward the riverbank, a lantern in hand, shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, the outline of a canoe glinting faintly in the moonlight.

My eyes wandered to the couple and I saw them grinning from ear to ear. Not wanting to see their faces as my last memories before I die, I closed my eyes, images of my time with Damon began flashing through my mind's eye. I didn't know how long I was doing that but a loud ear-piercing screech disrupted me. My eyes snapped open to see Mrs. Hernandez laying on the floor in a pool of her blood.

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

Now, I’m cursed with a weak wolf that I can’t shift into and a body that falls sick every full moon. Some say I’m lucky my mother’s sister was generous enough to take me in. But life in Aunt Helen’s household hasn’t been easy. Things were better before her husband, Uncle Dorian, died. But since his death, his wife and kids have never missed a chance to make every waking moment hard for me. “You’re wasting time, Maeve,” Sheila whines. “Tell her what you want already.” “Right.” Maeve clears her throat. When she looks at me again, she has her usual condescending smirk in place. “I need you to head to Color Lounge and fetch us a bottle of Glow Oil.”

Dixon wasn't the one to call her mom, he does that whenever he had something important to say or a request. He ruffled his hair and exhaled. "Are you there?" "Dixon, you need something?” “I need your help.” “What is it?” ******* Maeve stared down her skin, as it grow darker, with the blood stains on it. She was somewhere in the woods again, and had no idea how she got here. The woman lay beneath her with her body divided and disfigured... She stood up, but fell afterwards..then saw a figure running towards her. And caught her before she fell. “Maeve!” The voice whispered.

Mae spoke in a hushed voice again, fixing her neon pink hair into a ponytail without breaking eye contact with Nikki. "OMG! Who?" Nikki gasped. Her voice wasn't as high-pitched as Mae's, but her apparent curiosity made her sound like she was squealing in excitement. "Darren. Don't tell anyone," Mae whispered, leaning forward to get closer to Nikki. "They looked real cozy." Jessi made a face and tried to ignore the two's gossiping. She checked the notifications on her phone, eager to read her mom's new messages for her. 2 new messages from:

There was a note close to my bed, “Have a good night's rest, love.” Mason didn't leave till I fell asleep. I found myself blushing as I re-read the note. I stood up from the bed, slipped my legs into my slippers and freshened up. It was time to make breakfast for my angels. However, I was stopped from leaving my room when my phone rang, a call from Mia. I took the call. “Mrs Woods is at it again, she made a post, quickly, check.”