Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

He's fucking hot but his shitty character spoils it all. There is a knock of my door, Maria comes in with a red head girl. "Ava, she wanted to see you". I give her a smile and nod. I smile and bring out my usual paper... YOU ARE WELCOME. "Thank you. My name is Peyton" She may be around my age. With long red hair and long lashes, she a bit taller than I am and is wearing a bom shorts and crop top and ankle chain, she's in a white heels, and carrying a chain bag.

Blue : uhm, is there anything you think I could do for you right now ma'am Me : Hmmm I really don't like it when she calls me ma'am I guess she read my mind Blue : oh sorry, I meant Belinda Me : that's better. Well, I really have to get a stylist or makeup artist now. So I'll want to check online. And I need you to help me out Blue : sure Me : good. Let's stay here on my huge and comfy pillows. We both stayed on the floor while sitting on the pillows which were very huge and soft. We kept going through the list of stylist and I didn't find any which suited my taste. Me : all this searching is making me thirsty

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

Maeve broke the silence first. "So..." Nobody answered. She looked around the fire. "...Are we really going to spend three days together without knowing each other's names?" "We know the names," Selene muttered. "I meant the people." "I think she's right." Cassian smiled faintly. Maeve clapped once. "I'll go first." She tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm Maeve Hollow…My family runs a healing lodge in the Eastern Valleys." She smiled at the flames. "When I was little...I used to cry every time someone got hurt."

“And you have nothing about any of them?” “She doubts every word that is said. She looks around and listens when no one is watching, to the things that others tend to ignore.” Her breathing quickened. “And Elias… he’s good, Alpha. Sharp. He’s protective of Valerie, suspicious of everyone. I tried to get close, but…” “But you failed,” I finished for her, leaning closer until my voice dropped to a growl. “You’ve always been good at words, Ms. Lewis. Not so much at delivery. And I am now tired of that bullshit.”

“I never asked to become the leader of the Obsidian Knights order, but now that I am, I see all the good that I can accomplish. So, yeah, I’m going to own it.” A knock at the door draws our attention. We turn to find Mave standing in the doorway. “Ma’am, your council meeting is in fifteen minutes,” she says as she strides into the room carrying a binder. “Here is your agenda and a written copy of the Red Lords Alliance draft as instructed. Will you be requiring anything else for the council meeting?” She stands with hands clasped behind her back, a military at ease stance. Yes, Mave is a former Marine who goes through a modified version of Grayson’s rigorous training program. She now serves

It was nice for Maeve to be at Elnathan's house because she didn't have to see her own parents. However, when talk of having children started to surface, Mateo approached her one afternoon. “I heard you were an Omega Recessive?” He asked her, Maeve was in the Elnathan family's library. Not far from the family's main house. That day, it had been raining heavily since morning. Maeve, who'd just finished her lessons to take over her parents' business, went to the library to calm down. She'd had a bad day, and her mother's constant criticism had left her feeling a bit closed off.

Amelia noticed her worry and smiled gently: "Don't worry, we're not bad people. But the choice is yours—if you want to tell us, you can, and if you don't, you can keep it to yourself." Maeve swallowed nervously at these words: "You are also from America... You should know Deputy Minister of Security Waldo, right?" "Waldo?" Amelia's eyes brightened slightly. "I've heard of him. What is your relationship with him?" "I... I used to be his secretary." Maeve finished speaking and slowly lowered her head. Seeing this, Amelia draped her own coat over Maeve's shoulders: "You were Waldo's secretary? Then why were you imprisoned by Winslow?"

I teased her which earned me a light shove into Eddie. We made our way into our dorm & to our room to shower & change. When Maeva finally appeared from her closet in her uniform, she had on some light make up & her hair was in a high ponytail on her head. He gorgeous dark brown ringlet curls cascaded down her back & over her shoulders. Her hair was so unimaginably long, you could tell it had been years since her last cut, & her dark ringlets were their natural shade. Even as beautiful as she looked, I couldn't help but feel pity for the fact that it was obvious that she didn't have a female figure in her life.