Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

“I’m going as a regular club-goer. A girl with a polite curiosity about the elusive man behind the velvet curtain. That’s all.” “That ‘elusive man’ is Aurelian freaking Morgenstein,” Charlie snapped. “The same guy who’s, according to your bitchy boss, been on the feds’ radar for years and somehow keeps vanishing like a myth. You’re not walking into a bar, Maeve. You’re walking into a lion’s den and asking if they serve mojitos.” “I’m not doing anything reckless,” I insisted, though the flutter in my stomach begged to differ. “I’ll blend in, dance a little, scope the place. Maybe get close enough to snap a photo. A name drop, a quote, something I can build a piece around.”

Hearing about Beauden makes Mel curious, and he agrees to attack Fierce Growlers. Maeve smirks thinking about Mel and his men killing Wisdom. She didn't feel it was important to tell Mel she wanted Beauden dead because he rejected all of her advances. Maeve is walking naked toward the bathroom until he grabs her and throws her on the bed. “You're not going any damn where yet. Did you believe I would agree to do you dirt and not get anything for it? Last night and this morning were pleasures this is business. Damn it I want my payment.” He slaps her clit with his shaft before ramming his hard shaft into her core. ******

" But you totally want to." Maeve is blushing for real now, but she collects herself and smirks confidently at me—somehow, I regret making fun of her. I believe she has learned how to get through to me, how to make me blush, and my fears are answered when she confirms my suspicions. "Wyatt, I think you're super kind," Maeve says in this lovey-dovey voice combined with an innocent smile. "You're so cute." Fuck.

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.”

I laughed “although I’m not sure I’m any good.” “Well, I’ve never seen a female take Beta Dean on like that, and I’ve certainly never seen anyone hurt him before either.” She shrugged. Dean certainly didn’t look like I’d hurt him, either this girl was imagining things or Dean needs to increase his pain tolerance. “I’m Maeve.” She introduced herself as she pulled on a pair of light ripped jeans and a plain wire t-shirt, making her look even more tan. “Maia.” I responded, smiling at her.

He has gone too far and has pushed me to my very limits, and I will make sure that he pays for everything that he does no matter what. “Let me make one thing clear boy, that woman Maeve is different from Zara. You may have done so much to Zara and everyone kept quiet about it, but the moment that you touch a hair on her head. I swear that I will break your bones, and feed it to you, better keep away from her, if you know what's good for you. Stay the f*** away from Riley as well, she is not yours in any way!”

My men left no stone unturned in unveiling her double life. A harsh laugh tore from me. Fuck. I laughed again. Then clapped the cigar between my lips. Maeve Ivanov, twenty-four years old, a struggling lawyer saddled with student loans, and a singer leading a double life in the shadowy underbelly of the city. How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility.

It was nice for Maeve to be at Elnathan's house because she didn't have to see her own parents. However, when talk of having children started to surface, Mateo approached her one afternoon. “I heard you were an Omega Recessive?” He asked her, Maeve was in the Elnathan family's library. Not far from the family's main house. That day, it had been raining heavily since morning. Maeve, who'd just finished her lessons to take over her parents' business, went to the library to calm down. She'd had a bad day, and her mother's constant criticism had left her feeling a bit closed off.

I hope and pray that there isn’t anything serious and that Marline is fine. “What are you so worried about?” Asked Jayce, seeing me all stressed in the car. “Calm down,” He pressed a comforting hand on my thigh that I didn't even notice was shaking. I nodded my head. Taking a deep breath. “Marline slipped from a stair and broke her leg, and now both Jane and Brandon are taking care of her, and Liam is alone cause Marlone want Jane to be her, they both are in the hospital and they want me to care of Liam for the night,”

Eventually, I fall asleep in the armchair in Mae’s room, watching over her. I wake up with the sun, immediately kicking myself for forgetting the clothes in the wash. But before I tend to that, I check on Mae. I sigh in relief as I look her over, still sleeping soundly in bed. Her coloring is better, her heart rate is on its way back to a normal rate, and her breathing is stronger. The medicine is working then. Making my way downstairs, I add more soap to the washing machine and restart it, then I heat up some water on the stove and look through Mae’s tea options. I choose a Mora berry tea, knowing how much her wolf will love it.