Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

Maeve…. Ahhh! The pleasure of ruining a brand new virgin… I am guessing she still is because from the looks of this girl, she is basically a nerd who had her whole life her nose buried in her books. Somehow, Mother nature had been very gracious in blessing Maeve with a sexy fucking body. “I…ummm…I thought that I would try out the pool. Mom said that I could use it,” said Maeve as she stood before the mirror with her hands trying to cover up her semi-nakedness. She was shy and awkward and I loved making her squirm.

Maeve slapped his hand away and moved past him, her eyes locking onto the trembling girl on the mattress. The blonde looked up with glassy, blown-out eyes, her chest rising and falling fast. She was beautiful with thick curves, swollen pink lips, and cheeks flushed a deep, burning red from Cedric's rough treatment. She looked about twenty, her youthful innocence practically radiating off her. Suddenly, a heavy, throbbing heat pooled low in Maeve's stomach. Her mouth watered. She loved seeing pure things broken. She held the girl's terrified gaze for a moment, then looked over her shoulder at Cedric. "Finish what you started," Maeve ordered, dropping into the leather armchair in the corner an

But before I could say anything more, a chill ran down my spine. Mike. He was moving. “Don’t think this is over,” Mike snarled, his eyes burning with fury. “You may have freed her, but you’ve made a grave mistake. The game is far from over.” I stepped in front of my mother, instinctively, the small spark of my power still flickering inside me. It wasn’t enough to defeat Mike. Not yet. Kelvin stepped beside me, his presence a shield. “We’ll deal with him. Together.”

Promise. That wasn’t true. But she couldn’t let him see the cracks in her. The gala didn’t even feel real, it was breathtaking. With expensive glittering chandeliers and glass walls. Maeve stepped out of the rideshare. She no longer wore her sneakers but borrowed heels. The other finalists moved through the crowd like they’d just stepped out of a magazine—perfect hair, perfect smiles, like they belonged here. Their laughter bounced around the room, easy and bright. Maeve held on to her notecards, the words she’d been practicing for weeks running circles in her head, suddenly all jumbled.

New shoots pushed from its base with visible speed, and the smell of it intensified, filling the small room with something sharp and green and vital. Maeve exhaled through her nose. A long, controlled breath. "Right," she said. "Sit down." Lyra sat. Maeve moved to her shelves, pulling books with the efficiency of someone who knew exactly what she needed and where to find it. Three volumes, then a fourth, then a scroll of considerable age that she unrolled across her working table with the care of someone handling something irreplaceable.

A sexy, curvaceous young lady walked through the door, clad in a white sleeveless crop top, a pair of blue short shorts and black knee-length heels. She sashayed through the doors, dropping her stuff abruptly as she reached for her gun immediately her eyes fell on me. She pointed it at my head. "Woah!"I raised my two hands in surrender, making no sudden movements. "Maeve!" Storm frowned as he exclaimed, waking poor Lily and Steve up. Maeve? "Stormy." She breathed out. Stormy? "She's one of us!" He yelled. "She's family now? Why didn't you lead with that?"

And Maeve had even gone the extra mile to get me a bob wig and oversized glasses. It almost felt…comfortable. Still, I tugged at the sweater. “It’s too tight, Maeve.” “No, it’s not. Your boobs are fine, Syd,” she said in that tone that meant she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Your body is part of what makes you beautiful. You need to stop maltreating it because of what Tyler or whoever shithead at school says.” She added. Then she bounced to my front, grinning with a glittery microphone in her hand. “How do I look?”

My insides recoiled, then became something else… warmer. Maeve Holloway stepped into the yard as if she’d never left, melting snow sliding off her boots and windblown hair pinned back into a braid across one shoulder. She wore her old Runebound battle leathers under a wool coat that had certainly seen better decades, and those eyes of hers locked onto mine like someone drawing a leash tight. “I swear to gods if you say I look worn out,” she said and tossed her gloves onto the bench.

"Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton ....and finally…." I wondered who else could qualify to be here and then I got the shock of my life. "Maeve Edgar."

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.”