Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

she introduces herself to Avery. “I’m Avery and thank you. Thank you all for this.” The two walk into the penthouse and I turn to go to ours. “I’d like a moment,” Liam says. He and Jesse follow us inside. “I know what I’ve said in the past and I know that I still have unresolved feelings about the witches, but are you sure we can trust her, Maeve?” “Do the spell on him, Maeve.” Meadow says coming into the room. “What? No! I’m not going to kill him.”

He growled in warning and the dean took a step back. “I didn’t mean to,” Ava whispered. She had fully turned to the dean now, and her fear had returned to unbearable levels. What did she mean? What had she done? “Miss Morgan, you need to step out of the ring so we can deal with this first.” Ava looked back at him pleadingly before she spoke to the dean again. “He didn’t do anything wrong. Jared is fine,” Ava said. “That’s true. But you still need to step away. We can’t continue the day with Alpha Michelson occupying the ring.”

Smith POV Maeve, a 30-year-old, petite and single. She is about 5' 5" without heels, wearing 4" stiletto heels. She is 5' 9". She is petite, her body is beautifully proportioned. In sunlight, her dark slightly curled hair strangely alternated in color between rich brown and vibrant chestnut. Her breasts are high and firm, not big enough to be affected by gravity, but the perfect size to occupy a man's hand. Her legs are long and slender, which gives her the appearance of being taller than her 5' 5" height. Her general expressions are good-natured and engaging, and admirable are the way her dark eyes light up when she speaks about anything she is passionate about. It is with reluctance about

Sierra says. “Are you guys coming with Whitney and I to the surface lessons?” “Hell yeah,” Daniel tells her. “Whitney isn't going,” I glanced over at Avery who has been quiet this entire time. “Not now Avery,” I tell him. “Look, I get it that you guys don't know me. But as I told Whitney, my husband almost screwed my best friend Candace the day of our wedding. I'm not trying to steal her away from you its just I really need to forget,”

Now, I’m cursed with a weak wolf that I can’t shift into and a body that falls sick every full moon. Some say I’m lucky my mother’s sister was generous enough to take me in. But life in Aunt Helen’s household hasn’t been easy. Things were better before her husband, Uncle Dorian, died. But since his death, his wife and kids have never missed a chance to make every waking moment hard for me. “You’re wasting time, Maeve,” Sheila whines. “Tell her what you want already.” “Right.” Maeve clears her throat. When she looks at me again, she has her usual condescending smirk in place. “I need you to head to Color Lounge and fetch us a bottle of Glow Oil.”

I definitely had seen her somewhere before. Kade came in and shut the door, then turned back to me still trying to figure out where I had seen her. He let out a small laugh and said, “Is Maeve leaving that concerning for you? Think I’ll break my promise first chance I get.” Ignoring him I asked, “What does your sister do? Is she a model or something? I think I’ve seen her someplace before.” He looked confused by my question. “No, she does humanitarian healing for both the west and the east. She’s heading to rival pack grounds right now. Why?”

I should have planned better. Within forty-eight hours, Elena Conti had absorbed the wedding planning in the manner of a beautiful, elegant, completely unstoppable force of nature. Maeve Callahan — who I expected to resist, because she seems like a woman who resists most things —arrived at our townhouse on a Tuesday afternoon, sat down across from my mother at the kitchen table, and in approximately four

That is a blessing. “Yes Ma’am. Roast me some more.” “I could never roast you!” “Yeah right. How’s your show going?” I ask, ascending the staircase and I hear her release a tired breath on the other side. Maeve is an international model and she’s quite famous. She has an A list model who has modeled for many popular clothing brands and commercials for influential companies and that’s why she’s always on the move. She’s living the best life out there and I’m so jealous of her!

Maeve stopped and smiled from ear to ear when she saw the blood. "Oh, d*mn, Lily." Raf cursed. Their grandmother curled her hands when she saw that Maeve scored at that moment. Lily bit her lower lip as she felt it sting. "I want more, Lily Cooper!" Maeve attacked again. The blood on her arm motivates her even more to kill Lily Cooper. But then, Lily lied on the floor to avoid the sword. She even crawled repeatedly as Maeve attacked her. Maeve found the right move to do as she stepped on her stomach that refrains her from moving away. Maeve was smiling like a devil who was thirsty to get another soul. She stepped on her stomach so hard that she could feel its pain.

Renee said to her. “Do you have a problem with me?” Gina ask her, “because all this started with me saying, Thea Moore is involved in this.” “This isn't about you!” Meave yelled at her. Gina sighs, “please talk her down, I need to call in the calvary.” I nodded and walked towards Meave. “Hey, what's your problem?” I whispered to her. “I'm fine.” She cleans up her tears. I held her arm, “look, I know this is hard—”