Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

"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

In her hands, she carried a heavy silver tray bearing a pot of steaming tea, fresh bread, and fruit. "I didn't mean to startle you," the woman said, offering a warm, compassionate smile as she set the tray down on the edge of the desk. "I am Maeve. One of the keepers of the wards here. I thought the chronicler might need sustenance before she drowns in the Sovereign’s ghosts."

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.

Because if we didn’t, we would drown in misery. I am Maiveline Underwood. People call me Maive. I am the daughter of Christopher Underwood, a man the whole town whispers about. They say he’s dangerous. They say he’s cursed. But I know him—he’s not. He’s just a father who loves his children. People also say my mother, Velaia, was a witch. I refuse to believe them. To me, she was just Mom. The one who should have been here. The one we desperately needed.

Levi As he got off the car, he felt conflicted. Even throughout the ride he felt a bad premonition. Still, he was confident in Qiao Mo. She was diligent, smart, responsible and neat. The beau ideal of secretarial work. He always felt lucky when he was with her for some reason and always wanted to compliment her. So why, why did he feel so uneasy? It was when he saw her, head bowed, eyes stared at the floor and on the verge of prostration in front of her colleagues that he realized the reason behind this uneasiness.

I was taking note of all the scents around me, and assuring we were alone in the estate. I was confident there was no one else nearby, so I removed my arm painfully slowly from under Maeve's head. Propping a pillow next to her face to replace my torso, I got off of the bed. She needed her rest, whilst I was in desperate need of a shower. I remembered seeing a second door in the room when we first entered and was hoping it was an en-suite. Upon opening the door, I gave a silent fist pump when my instinct were correct. My happy mood soon faltered when my eyes registered how tiny the shower was. Of course, it was Maeve's shower. She must be 5'5, 5'6 at most, so it would make sense for a tiny sh