Maeve Fanart Novels & Stories

He was her stepbrother. Lucien Thorne. Alpha Heir to the Moon Walker Pack. Dashingly hot, billionaire, with all the girls trying to get into his bed. He has always hated Maeve, or so she thinks, until a reckless night changes everything between them. Maeve never wanted her mom's new husband's help. She wanted to be independent, but after her boyfriend of three years took off with her life savings, she was forced to move in with her mother and, by extension, Lucien Thorne. He's cold and dismissive towards her, but that same night, they crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. It's a night of unbridled passion, one that she can't get again but Lucien isn't ready to let go. A taste is enough to make him cave. She's the stepsister he's always wanted, and now that he's had a taste, he wants every last bit of her.

On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, I collapsed in the pack clinic after my ninety-ninth blood donation to my twin sister, Maeve. She'd been cursed since birth—a curse that could only be sustained by my blood. Our shared bond from the womb was the only thing keeping the dark magic at bay. When I woke up, the healer told me I had developed Aplastic anemia—a rare condition where my bone marrow was failing. Years of constant donations had finally broken my body down, and my wolf, Aurora, was too weak to fight it. I rushed to tell my family, hoping that this time would be different, only to find them at the bakery ordering a custom birthday cake with only Maeve's name on it. They'd forgotten my birthday entirely, even though we were twins born five minutes apart. At first, my sacrifice was met with love and praise. Now, it was nothing more than an obligation everyone expected. My family had chosen Maeve over me countless times before. This time, I decided to choose myself. I had two weeks before I would slip away from this pack house and their lives. Two weeks to prepare everything in silence while they remained oblivious. They would think I'd finally learned my place as Maeve's blood supply. But they would never realize I was counting down the days until I disappeared from their lives forever. By then, it would be too late.

Maeve was just an ordinary girl aiming to work for life when a billionaire playboy named Zachary came to her life. At first, she don't have an interest to a drop-dead-gorgeous-man, because she doesn't have a model-type body, but when he asked for her to marry him in a platonic relationship, she was confused. They don't know each other, but the man was eager. Eventually, she married him after he wooed her for months as she slowly fell in love. Zachary liked her and he was attracted to her, but his heart will never fall in love to the woman. They had sex as what he wanted and she did everything to please him and to be perfect for him. He liked every inch of her body and he liked her cooking. He's perfect as a wife and a sex partner. Maeve found out about his unfaithfulness even from the start of their honeymoon. She endure it and continue to be perfect. Until, she had enough and leave him.

After spending six months overseas expanding business, I had just closed a deal worth ten billion. Casually scrolling through the news, a headline made me stop dead in my tracks. [Shocking! Illegitimate Daughter Provokes Meyer Family Heiress, Teacher and Classmates Punish Her!] In the video, my daughter Maeve stood in the freezing snow wearing nothing but a tattered dress, her body covered in bruises. She was being forced to endure the cold, her little frame shivering uncontrollably. A female teacher poked at Maeve's head, ordering the entire class to call her a shameless illegitimate child. Maeve sobbed, insisting she wasn't, but all she got in return was crueler, more mocking laughter from everyone around her. Then a chubby little boy ran up and slapped her across the face. "Your mom's a mistress, and you're a filthy illegitimate child! You're both just gutter rats!" The teacher didn't stop him—she clapped her hands in approval. "That's right! The Meyer family heir isn't something just any nobody gets to pretend to be." "Besides, Mrs. Meyer picks up Clarisse every single day. Look at her—so elegant, clearly classy. And your homewrecker of a mother? Pathetic. She's not even in the same league." When I heard that last line, I slammed my laptop shut, shaking with rage. I turned to my assistant. "Book me the fastest private jet home. I want to see for myself exactly when Aaron, that worthless husband of mine, managed to father an illegitimate child."

"I, Kashton Blackwood, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Nora, as my mate and my Luna." Nora spent five years as a ghost in her own home. She was the "Replica Luna," the woman Kashton married only because his true love, Maeve, had vanished. She endured his cold stares, his late nights, and the crushing silence of a man who looked at her but saw a mistake. When Maeve returns, Kashton throws Nora out like yesterday’s trash, unaware that she is carrying the heirs he claimed he never wanted. Seven years later, Nora is no longer the girl who begs for crumbs of affection. She’s a woman under the protection of Deluca—a rival Alpha who treats her like a queen and loves her children as his own. But when a territorial dispute brings Kashton face-to-face with the woman he threw away, the obsession takes root. Kashton wants his wife back. He wants his children. And he’s willing to burn the world down to claim what he rejected. But Deluca has a message for him: "She was your mate by fate, but she’s mine by choice. And I don’t give back what I’ve taken."

With the endless series of sad events in her life, Maeve Watson isn't sure of what to believe in anymore. Betrayed and rejected by her mate, she knows fate has won against her again but what happens when she finds out that the cold Goshen King is her new mate? Will he be her saving grace or another path that would lead to her destruction?

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

Cress height, A town where nightmares lurk in the dark waiting to consume their prey. Maeve Spelman a young witch who abandoned her past in cress heights after the horrible deaths of her family, to start a new life as an actress in LA. Fate has other plans for her as she finds herself back in cress heights. What happens when she finds out she is not only a vampire but also the soul mate of Xavier; The dark emperor of everything unholy who was raised from hell?

Analisse Maeve was a brave woman of their pack. She leads soldiers to battle but because of her best friend, she loses everything she had. However, this new beginning of her life will be the reason she met Sebastian, the powerful and ruthless prince of the Blood Moon pack who carries a rare disease throughout his life. And her love story begins after that. Will their love conquer the peace they strive so hard for? But what would happen if her past started hunting her again? Is she already brave enough?

We'd been legally married for seven years, yet my CEO "fiance", Jared Lane, had ditched me at the altar thirteen times. At our first wedding, his assistant, Maeve Fischer, scraped her leg. I spent the entire day waiting alone at the ceremony. At our second wedding, he heard she was sick and tossed the wedding ring away to rush to her side. On every wedding day after that, some accident would conveniently happen to her. By the 13th time he bailed, I had had enough and decided to walk away. But when I found comfort in another man's arms, Jared lost his mind trying to win me back.