Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

And today, I’m leaving one of my children here for what could be the rest of her life. I bite back tears as my girls hurry up the steps. Maeve skips every other step, much to Brie’s annoyance. Maeve and Brie are complete opposites. Maeve is playful but tends to fly by the seat of her pants, throwing caution to the wind. Brie is… a rock. Solid in conviction and sense. She’s the reason Maeve was able to have a childhood in Veiled Valley without needing to worry about her powers getting in the way. She raised Maeve as much as Evander and I did, and I know that right now, she’s hurting as badly as I am…

“If you keep that up, you’re going to burn a hole in it with the power of your mind.” Elias turned, a genuine smile lighting up his face. Maeve was walking toward him carrying two steaming cups of coffee and a paper bag that exhaled the unmistakable aroma of freshly baked cheese bread. She wore comfortable jeans and a T-shirt with the academy’s logo—not as a uniform, but as a declaration of belonging.

"As long as she's sworn to secrecy. I really don't feel like explaining this to anyone else until I understand what's going on myself. Especially if they get pissed off by hearing about it from her first." "You wouldn't believe the secrets that girl can keep. She is my daughter, you know," Sylvia replied with a wink. I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course. But, can I ask why?" "You'll see," Sylvia replied as she waved her hand in a 'come in' motion, and the door to the office opened to reveal Maeve standing there just about ready to knock. Maeve grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Her band colored skin made her light blue eyes sparkle, and she had her mom's natural indigo blue hair color

Gabriel revealed, Maeve’s hand tightened around the phone. “So, I have to call off my wedding with Dylan?” She asked bitterly, Gabriel was surprised by how the news broke her. She has been strong all this while so this was a shock to him, as Maeve went silent on the line. “Wonder Woman, are you alright? You are smart. This cannot end your revenge plan. Go on with plan A and I will find a way to ensure that he doesn’t leave the country until Vincent is out of comma.” “Do you know how long?” Maeve asked in a depressed tone. She was supposed to end everything with Dylan’s arrest but now, she felt helpless.

I held my breath despite myself and I looked up to meet the gaze of my very reason for dilema. Maeve stood in my office doorway in a charcoal dress shirt and pants, her long, dark brownhair pulled back into a tight bun with no strand out of place. She looked like the epitome of professional. She held herself differently than she used to. Straighter. More confident, and the look in her eyes more mature than I was used to, if that made sense. My eyes moved over her face before I could decide not to. Her full pink lips were pursed into a thin line that hinted at reluctance, or was it impatience? She didn't want to be here...or was she still trying to elicit a stronger reaction from me?

"She’s graduating too, Coach. First year law. She’s got her own ceremony." "I know," he said, a ghost of a smile touching his weathered face. "Bring her to yours. Whatever that looks like." I walked back across campus in the warm May air, the scent of blooming lilacs competing with the faint smell of exhaust. I found Maeve at the library window table—our table. She was buried in her Evidence notes, her highlighter moving with surgical precision. The bond mark on her neck was visible, a dark, proud brand against her skin. The students around her were whispering, but she didn't look up. She was the still point in a turning world.

"Oh, like you’re one to talk! Maeve fired back, seizing the opportunity to deflect. She turned to me, her expression morphing into one of long-suffering drama. “Kasey, you have no idea. I’m trying to move out of the dorms because of “Oh, like you’re one to talk!” Maeve fired back, seizing the opportunity to deflect. She turned to me, her expression morphing into one of long-suffering drama. "Kasey, you have no idea. I’m trying to move out of the dorms because of her." "What do you mean? why do you..." Tess started but Maeve cut her off. "Tyler comes over every single night at, like, midnight," Maeve continued, talking over her. "And I have to lie there, pretending to be dead asleep, while th

She watched the space where Nalvath had just been standing, her fingers instinctively tracing the rim of the empty wooden mug he had held only hours before. For many centuries, Maeve had lived a life entirely insulated by her own independence. She had built walls of sarcasm and iron-willed isolation to protect herself from the volatile world of monsters and kings. She had never asked the universe for a partner, nor had she ever expected to find one. Yet, looking back on the miraculous resurrection of the Dark Elven Sire, a deep, uncharacteristic sense of pride swelled within her chest. She felt an overwhelming gratitude for the ancient, scarred man who had looked past her thorns and seen som

Jane whimpered, trying to get away as her wolf was too weak to heal her because of the injuries in her body. “Next time, I hope you will be nicer to people,” Maeve said, looking at her. Her clothes were still intact in her body, her hair, which she blew dried, was messy with blood. Her make up was smeared, Maeve felt pity, but she knew Jane didn’t deserve her pity. She was horrible, treated her horribly, so she deserved everything. The arena was silent as everything played in slow motion. Maeve raised her leg, breaking Jane’s chest and ribs with her feet.

He held her chin gently and looked down at her. “I was so afraid, Varrick, after I witnessed my cousins marrying, I felt so alone all of a sudden. It didn’t help that you didn’t seem interested in me anymore. Those women, they were beautiful, sophisticated and you looked good with them. I felt so inadequate compared to them.” She tried to hide her face against his neck again but he won’t let her. He cupped her face with his large hand and stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “Ever since I met you Mabel, you never left my thoughts. I might be biased but I call you my goddess for a reason. You are more beautiful than those women inside and out. I see the way you interact with my employees and