Mag Garden Novels & Stories

The omegas bathed her and dressed her up in preparation for her martial arts class with Maggie. Then she was led to the venue which was a lonely and quiet field. Maggie was a five feet tall lady who was a little ripped. She had a brown coloured hair which she plaited in two. She bowed slightly and made a brief introduction of herself. Twenty six years old and a guardian wolf. Apparently, a guardian to the omegas.

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

Thirty minutes later, a loud knock rattled the door and before Voss could even open it fully, Maggie stormed in like she was escaping a battlefield. She was freckled, curly-haired, wearing leggings, a blazer, and the exhausted confidence of someone who ruled a kingdom made of toddlers. When she spotted Layla, her eyes brightened. “Oh! So you’re the famous Layla.” Maggie beamed, pulling her into a warm, tight hug that smelled like baked goods and chaos. “I’ve heard so much about you!” Layla blinked, startled but smiling. “It’s really nice to finally meet you.” “Oh honey, likewise. Come sit. I made cookies. Ignore the ones in the bottom of the bag, they were used as bargaining chips.”

She’s going to expose Miranda and send her back to wherever she came from, or even make sure she’s executed for sure this time, then she’ll be out of their lives for good! She’s thought of every possible solution, and there’s only one nearby she could think of. Her name is Maggie, a middle-aged omega who is rumored to have supernatural soothsaying abilities, as most of her fortunes came true. Magic is not a very commonly used entity around here, but if there’s any chance at exposing Miranda for the snake she truly is, then she’ll have a go at it. Now that she’s left the packhouse, the only problem she’ll be encountering is how to find the soothsayer, as from word of mouth, no one has heard f

Maggie was still sitting in the kitchen when a thought crossed her mind. She smiled mischievously to herself as she walked to her room. This was a perfect opportunity to strike, and she wasn't going to waste it. Aella wasn't home, and Damien was alone. It was perfect. Maggie scanned through her closet for the sexiest lingerie she had gotten when she went shopping with Aella. She smiled as she dropped it on the bed. Walking into the bathroom, Maggie poured scented flowers into the bathtub, and she lit up some scented candles. The whole room was filled with the sweet scent of roses and strawberries.

he answered. They arrived at the Nortgen hill two hours later and found a green house there just as Judah had mentioned, it didn’t look like a regular house but a witch’s lair. Livey knocked on the door and Maggie opened it, “Livey” she called her name surprised. “Maggie” Livey was astonished, who would have thought that she would meet the witch who had been her mother’s friend in the Peach moon pack. “It’s so nice to see you again” they hugged each other leaving Newton confused.

She probably doesn't want me to speak, but at least I can show that I'm paying attention. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses, each one representing an element and its values. The mirror exists to sort you into one of those houses, and usually, it picks the houses where you will grow as a person." Not in the water house then. My grandmother continues speaking. "The water house values beauty and change. The students placed in that house often see the grace in nature and are resilient to change, usually able to tackle every challenge life gives them." I glance at Daisy. She plants her arms under her chest. I notice every student standing in her group is wearing white and blue. It's probab

“Here’s your place,’ he said and frowned. “Want me to come in…?’ He waited patiently as Maja looked over his shoulder at the small house. It was in a dilapidated condition alright. The estate agent she had contacted online had been vague about the amenities but the photographs he had shown her had been those of a small house with a perfect little garden, the walls painted and looking freshly painted and homely. Not this run-down cottage with the gate hanging off its hinges and graffiti painted on the wall. “Mom, seriously. Yuck!’ cried Maddy in disgust, making a motion with her hand as though she was sticking a finger down her throat. Magnus added, hurting her with his cruelty, ’You always m

He was my friend, a dear one. When we finished our meal, we took to our rooms, but itching to read Emma’s journal before going to sleep, I picked it up and got comfy under the thick duvets and sunk into the soft mattress and fluffy pillows. “Day 38 Maggie showed me more of their beautiful gardens today. I was almost lost for words when she had shown me the many plants she had grown herself. She has a love and passion for nature. I felt her excitement as she talked about the flowers, the bird and the trees like she was grateful for each one. I am fascinated by getting to know her. I feel no fear when I am alone with her, as if I am in the company of an old friend. I have found there are still

‘I hope Mr. Lidell will like this.’ Magus lay on the ground and picked up the wine with both hands. Then, he quickly left the cellar. David was waiting for Magus in the private room, and the mother and daughter were also chatting with David inside. Marigold kept blushing and did not dare to look at David. Her mother could not help sighing when she saw it. ‘This girl is yearning for love. ‘It's a pity that Mr. Lidell is not living in the same world as us.’