Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

photograph with flowers symbol of death Maya did not reply to her brother; In few moments her parents came and they took her home. Maya felt her vision blurred with tears when she laid on the bed that night; the big packet of various tablets with a glass of milk was kept on the nightstand; she was supposed to take that and sleep the night off; Everything she ever worked for seemed to go in vain. Maya was one of the lucky students who completed graduation at the age of 19; She wanted to be a model and next week was her audition for a modeling reality show.

She recalled everything that happened. Her eyes held a look of guilt as she opened them again. She couldn't bring herself to look at Martin. "I'm sorry for making you go through the stress of bringing me here," she apologized. "You're sorry?" Martin scoffed angrily. Caitlyn could tell he was upset, and it made her feel more guilty. "An ulcer patient should prioritize their meals before any other thing. I suppose your smartness was taken over by your sympathy for a dog and made you neglect your health. I always doubted that smartness you boasted about."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I'm not sure why I'm surprised by this, but I am. Seyla smiles at me and nudges me with her elbow. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Maeve. Breathe" she says jokingly. I force a laugh and we start walking. "Do you braid your hair yourself? Can you teach me how to braid? I've never been good at braids, and my dads weren't either." the bubbly red-head, Lyra, practically shouts at me. I look at her. She's pretty. Really pretty. But I can already tell her energy will be an absolute nightmare.

Pain shot up my spine from the impact. Maeve helped the sobbing, hyperventilating Zane to his feet. When she noticed his swollen face and disheveled hair, her expression turned vicious. "Nolan! You've lost your mind!" She stalked toward me, her face filled with a malice I had never seen before. "How dare you touch him!" Watching her protect him, I let out a jagged laugh. "Maeve, he smashed my dad's portrait." She paused before looking down at the shattered frame on the floor, then back at the sniveling Zane. He immediately started whining, "I didn't mean to! He charged at me, and I lost my grip!"

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.”

Just before Helga could complete her sentence, Maisy cut her off. "Ok! Lia!" She said excitedly. She cupped her cheeks with both her hands. Her eyes were twinkling when she realized she called Amelia's name. Maisy walked to her and held both her hands. "Lia, I will forever serve you. I will be your most loyal maid!" Maisy shouted and smiled brightly at Amelia. "What are you saying," Amelia said while giggling. Helga was about to say something when she sees the bright smile plastered on Amelia's face. 'I guess this is fine too. I'm glad her mood got better' she thought.

he asked and she sighed “Can we like keep this between the two of us, you know until we are both sure of what we want, I don’t want us to rush into anything then ruin it even before we can start on it, after we are done with looking into this matter at hand, I am not really sure of how and when we are going to find answers but I am pretty sure we will, sooner or later but before then, w can just have this between us so that it doesn’t get to interfere with our plans, I am glad you fl the same way about me, I just don’t want it to and even before start” she said and he agreed, he personally did not have any problem with keeping it between them because he was not ready to let the world know, h

She winked at Maeve who just rolled her eyes. “Stay out of the bedrooms too. Take your shenanigans somewhere else,” Maeve told her as she leaned down to select from the shoes that were placed in front of her. She stared at them critically, then, went for the stilettos. Maeve loved a good high heel. They accentuated her already long legs and made her feel sexier than she already felt.