Mag Garden Novels & Stories

I asked, approaching her cautiously. “Yes,” she replied, glancing around nervously. “I needed to speak with you alone. There are things you should know about Master Thiago and this mansion.” I felt a surge of urgency. “What is it?” Magda took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and determination. “Master Thiago isn’t just a powerful businessman. He has connections that go beyond legal boundaries—illegal operations, blackmail, and more. The forbidden door isn’t just a vault; it’s a repository for his darkest fetish. If those were to be exposed, his empire would crumble.”

Maggie stops swinging mom and starts bouncing up and down on the bed. "Ohmygod! What are you doing?" Mom asks, tremors rippling through her body, as she claws at the bed, struggling to disengage herself from the dildos and the harness. "I'm cumming!" Maggie cries. "Hold on, a minute! I'm cumming!" Maggie is rubbing up and down against my mother's ass, obviously trying to get the dildo to make the right contact with her clit. She's moved her hands from my mom's hips and now has her arms wrapped around my mom's waist, under the harness, humping against her ass, like a dog in heat!

"What do we do, Magda? How do we help her hold the bridge if she can't even hold herself together?" "We stabilize the Stone first," Magda commanded, pulling out a bundle of dried mountain sage and a small, high-tech pulse oximeter. "Ginny, I need you to hold her hand. Not as a nurse, but as her anchor. Talk to her about home. Keep her mind away from the mountain."

The next morning Maddie woke up with a shock. For a moment she did not know where she was until she recognized the open doors that led to the balcony and heard the sound of the twittering birds. Eighteen years old, it shot through her and she felt a strange tension in her stomach. Omem had made a special tea for her, which she drank before going to sleep. A mixture of marigold, elderberry, and anise, sealed with a ritual spell. Among other things, it was supposed to help her refresh her mind.

His eyes gleamed like jewels in alabaster marble before he became aware of the desire that had set him on every kind of fragrant blossoms and to flee to the countryside, gathering lilies and going early in the field to see the buds had opened in a day. Maga stood, her feet were pretty in sandals. She was perfect and unblemished. She was unlike the others and an only daughter of an enchanter. Her nose could look straight towards the deep valleys beyond the broad plains and rolling hills. For the moment her gaze was cast downwards, fearing Ditiori’s words.

I sighed as I was looking at the sight of Budapest that sprawled out in front of the mansion that we resided. “I think it might be that your mother was a persuasive woman like someone that I know she passed that to and I think I might be like your father, darling,” he said before I chuckled. Eddy spread his hand on my still flat stomach because we made medical check-up and showed that there was no sign of life yet in my stomach. Once I told him that I was late to my period, we went to the clinic to do some test when I suddenly got my period while waiting for it. I cried for a better portion of the examination but the doctor was kind enough to give some motivational speech so that we never ga

The moon is full and I feel myself laid down bare on a slab of stone in a garden where faeries roam. Although the night is cold, it doesn't compare to the Artic that is Maggie's heart. I know her spirit is still alive and fighting for my body, but I let my heart's desires and the silver fill up my vessel. When I see my body is full the world becomes dark at first but my eyes open and adjust to the moonlight. I'm home. "She's awake! Thank Goddess, she is awake!" I know that voice. "Mom?" ***

She said leaving his office. The drive to the mansion was short being that the neighborhood was not far from the city and his company. it was a 20minutes drive. Once in the neighborhood Alex noticed it was quiet, he liked it. He really is not a fan of a roudy environment. The houses there were not more than five and have a good distance from each other. The mansion was the third one amongst the rest and the largest. They drove past the electronic gate and came to a stop near the fountain. Alex was in awe of the building. it's not a mansion, it was more of a castle fit for a king just the way he likes it. He couldn't help the thought of seeing Brie and the kids running around the house. A sma

Alex spent the past few hours upon returning home setting up the backyard for the dogs. He somehow managed to build two doghouses in one day and placed a bunch of obstacle courses around the backyard. Saying that he was excited about these new dogs was an understatement. Alex bundles up all the boxes and packaging before throwing them away.

Tyndale said. Lady Melo turned to him, clearly evoked by his words. "Pillage all the villages you want Tyndale but don't you dare come close to mine!" she answered back, her eight generals nodded in agreement. Flower Garden was a village created by Lady Melo, an all-female society constituted by slaves and mistreated women Lady Melo rounded up under her protection. She was the founder and chief of the village, starting off as a Flame of the Temple, a class under the monk in the Forgotten temples of south Angus. Fed up with male supremacy holding her down she sought a new path which led her to the Master Heads and now there she was, set to attack the capital.