Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

CHAPTER TWO Growing up wasn’t quite glamorous or exciting for Ava, she had a father who was very strict and often abusive and a mother who was just the opposite. She was loving, caring, patient, and understanding. She had other siblings who were all male. Childhood wasn’t all fun-filled though she had a fair share of it, thank God for next-door relatives. She grew up in Tuscarawas and went to one of the central schools and then, an Eastern University campus in Cleaveland. Her dad wanted her to study law but deep down, she didn’t want that. She had an interest in the creative industry but unfortunately, no one was keying into her dreams. She wanted more than just appearing in a courtroom to d

Beside Skyler Yaleman, a female celebrity with a graceful figure and beautiful face stood up. This woman could definitely be described as charming. By just standing there, it was enough to make her admirers’ minds run wild. Not many men in the world were able to resist her appeal. “Hello, Mr. Summers. My name is Maeve Lee. I’m excited to be working with you.” Maeve Lee, a top-class trending celebrity in the country who was popular in movies, dramas, and singing. She was currently Star Entertainment’s pillar as well as their leading celebrity.

From the deep, black shadows of the western terrace limestone walls, a single, elegant figure emerged, her high heels clicking softly, deliberately against the debris-strewn floor. It was Maeve. Her long silk dress was torn at the hem, her perfect hair slightly disheveled, but her face was twisted into an expression of pure, venomous ecstasy. She wasn't alone. Backed by a rogue security detail of eight heavy assets whose uniforms bore no corporate markings, she walked into the center of the terrace light. But it wasn't the rogue security detail that made my heart completely stop beating. To my absolute horror, Maeve’s left hand was wrapped tightly into the thick, dark hair of a visibly terri

I wondered what she was thinking at that moment; I hoped she wasn’t threatened, but I knew right away that she wasn’t comfortable. “Xaden, hello,” Mia said as she reached the bottom step. “I’m excited to be getting out of here with you. How about we—” her voice trailed off once she spotted Maeve. At first, she looked startled, but then she started to look almost cold… I shook my head; it had to be my imagination. From what I knew about Mia, she was very kind. Last night proved just that. “H… Hello Princess,” Maeve stammered as she curtsied.

The latter immediately heeded her orders while reminding his team to keep an eye to the boss until he came back. "Wow. You're own set of bodyguards?" Hillary asked as she fixes her seatbelt. She purposely road a taxi earlier to hitch a ride from her sister. Maeve just shrugged her shoulders before driving to the supermarket. "You make your husband eat all these weeds?" Hillary asked in disbelief as she scanned the contents of Maeve's pushcart. "That's vegetables princess." Maeve smirked before she made her way to the meat section. She was just about to passed through the beverage section when someone bumps into her from her back. When she looked back, she immediately slouched to help the chi

Luna Marie sheepishly admitted, which made Maeve give her a beaming smile for being called a young lady. “Thank you, I love it! I especially love that I can decide on her dresses. I am learning to sew and this doll is simply perfect for me to practice on!” “Well, I’m glad…come, do you want something to eat or drink? There’s a bar over there… Come, Seth…you said you needed coffee…” She walked away, holding hands with Maeve, and Alpha Seth tactfully followed, nodding his head to them to give them privacy for a goodbye.

"Elara would've liked this." Maeve went still. I did too. "She hated memorial dinners," she continued. "Thought everyone became too miserable." A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "She did." Maeve looked at me. "What?" "She once replaced every candle at a remembrance feast with colored ones because she said black wax was depressing." Maris smiled. "Your mother nearly killed her." "She blamed me." "You helped." "I carried the box." Maeve smiled. No jealousy. No tightening through the bond. Just warmth. That still surprised some damaged part of me, the part that had once braced for every mention of the dead to bring a fight instead of peace.

She still reacted to him so much so that it was unbearable and sometimes she wondered if he felt the same way she did. "What can you possibly do? You're a nobody as long as we are concerned." The adviser said and it sort of hurt Mia but she didn't show it. She was determined to save herself and who better to do it than herself. "I can make the designs that will surely earn you massive income throughout the whole werewolf Kingdom." She said, Aaron scoffed, "I know what you're trying to do Mia. You're trying to play smart so that you can guarantee your safety in their pack."

I questioned, though I already suspected this was another one of my mother's theatrical productions. "I just came in a moment ago, and she complained about her head aching, so I asked the maids to bring cool water with myrtle to help calm her," she said softly. Staring at her now made me think about how different she was from Maeve. Where Viela was soft, Maeve was hard. Where Viela was open, Maeve was cunning—and I liked Maeve more. She had character, which wasn't shaped by just trying to fit into the mold of what people expected her to be, unlike Viela, who was trained from birth to be prim and proper. Maeve fought for everything, questioned everything, never backing down even when she prob