Maeve Wiley Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

I wanted to pluck my ears out from the disgusting sound, but I assured myself that an hour of fakery wouldn't kill me, maybe it’d even make me… stronger? “For the last time, Willow, not everyone sucks deflated balls for a living like you,” Maeve rolled her eyes and the place erupted with laughter again. Pleased with her comeback, she cleared her throat, “she’s Alex’s step-sister, and as you all know, we’ll be getting married soon.” You know that look on peacock’s face right after they spread their colorful feathers? That’s the one Maeve had on her face after making that weird brag. What was even weirder was how unconvinced and unimpressed her so-called friends looked.

Another voice, Briar’s this time, snickered, “No wonder you side with him. Always were confused.” The disrespect hung heavy in the air. Fae didn’t flinch, didn’t rise to it, but the way his eyes hardened made my wolf want to tear them all apart for him. Maeve Holloway broke the silence, stepping forward from the group. “I didn’t take part in this,” she said, her voice steady but soft. “And I’m sorry. To you, Caelum. And to you, Professor.” Her eyes lingered on Fae with something like shame before she followed the rest, who slunk away under Fae’s glare.

“Me too. I’m Maeve. Married three months ago.” There’s something disarming in the way she says it, so normal compared to the polished chill of the others. "Married just over a month ago." I reply mirroring her smile. "Alera!" I state stretching my hand and she takes it. Maeve’s smile is warm, almost conspiratorial. “We’ll survive this circus together,” she whispers, and I find myself smiling back before I can stop it. For once, I don’t feel completely out of place.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

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,”

I take a sip from my cup to calm myself, I slightly lean back as I wait for her to make an appearance. The door opens and a petite body walks in. My eyes meet soft brown infused with honey color eyes, I think it’s hazel. My wolf howls in my head uncontrollably as he sees her, wanting to mark her and go raw with natural instincts. My gaze travels down her body desperately to see what Moon goddess has chosen for me. But confusion engulfs my head as I see her wearing a shirt and suit, further down I see pants. Wait, pants? Why?

"Scarlett." ******

Maeve. I have never had an orgasm before, and Philips and I haven’t been together in over three months because he goes home to his parents during holidays, while I stay close to the university with mine. I missed him, which is why I wanted our first-year relationship anniversary to be special. I wore the lingerie Rue helped me pick out and headed to his apartment near the school. But then he hit me with, "Maeve, I don't want to touch you. I'm not in the mood."