Mage Personal Novels & Stories

Mother I don't want to be late for school , Goodbye " I take an apple walking out she hates it when I call her Mother in front of company. Walking Next door Mrs Parker is just pulling in from her shift she's a Doctor while her husband is an accountant they your perfect middle class family I just want her husband for a night "Good Morning Mrs Parker " Morning Amanda how many time do I have to tell you, to call me Kate " she smiles at me I should feel guilty I really should.

Hunter calls me fat, and my agent says I don't eat enough. Freddie, my agent, nicknamed Red by his lady friends, is understanding of my thyroid issues. Hunter thinks it's a made-up issue. A scar on my neck could ruin my life and my model career. The magazine that sponsors me as their poster child is called Model Perfect. They get my image, and I get their merchandise. They sponsor my college fund and own me. I'm only in it for the college money.

I asked. “Can you afford one?” I couldn't, but I knew better than to sign a document without legal advice. He must have seen the hesitation on my face, because he smiled. “Ms Wren, we have over a thousand applications waiting to be reviewed. If you think I will sit around and wait until you bring some bargain-bin lawyer, then I might as well reject you.” I grabbed the document. “No, don't do that.” I quickly signed it. I wasn't going to risk the only place that has given me a second chance. And I wasn't working as a handyman; I was going to be his personal assistant.

The man hovered over me, with his arms crossed over his shoulder, as he stared at Michael. “I’m Amanah, and I love greeting people with hugs,” I opened my arms and walked toward him, he looked confused but before I reached him, Miall pulled me back by my shirt. OH MY GOSH! “No, you don’t,” Miall said, and he was right; I didn't greet people with hugs, but Sage is exactly my type! His looks were locked between masculine and cute; his body was not bulky, and he had an adorable smile, plus he wore glasses!

Torn between pleasing her Master and bending one of the rules holding their region together. Deciding to take fate as whatever it'll be, she allowed his hand to move her chin up and when she finally looked at her Master after staying in the same mansion as him for seven years, after breathing in the same air and drinking from the same source of water for years, she almost couldn't breathe. He was beautiful. So beautiful, she could hardly take her eyes away from him, he was mesmerizing. The dark mark that crossed his face only made him more beautiful and he was so young. Probably in his mid-30s and that made Desire wonder how he became a Prime Minister so early.

She interrupted him and turned back to me, smiling sweetly. "Hello, dear, I'm Maggie but my close people call me Maggs. And of course, I give you full permission to call me Maggs as well because you're so beautiful and I think I've seen you in papers so you're beautiful and a celebrity. I'm the owner of this place so from today onwards whenever you come here, I'll serve you personally and you'll have a special discount as well. And if you need t-"

Grace looked above her lashes to see the woman whom she had noticed earlier. “GOOD Day”. Grace greeted back with a smile. “Well I’m Destiny, Welcome to L'Orange How may I help you”. Destiny said with a smile. Grace reciprocated the smile, though she could understand it was rehearsed, Grace could still feel it was genuine. Destiny was a beautiful woman of probably 5’8, a tall woman with great features that could pass for a model, She had brown big eyes and long lashes, her eyebrows were big and beautiful and her lips were a mixture of pink and brown and her dark skin was clear of any spot, Grace found her to be very beautiful and wondered why she hadn’t been scouted for Vogue yet.

Margaux was so focused on the food that she didn't realize the man had been staring at her for a long time and didn't touch it. "You could pass as a model in our agency; would you mind if I recommended you to my bosses?" Margaux raised her gaze once more to the man. "I can't because I'm already working—" "Even if it's only a sideline, the benefits are enormous, and the conversion is actually dollars in your first month with our company." "I'm sorry, dude, but she isn't available for any online endorsements, particularly with your company." Declan's voice startled Margaux just as the man stood up, said goodbye, and quickly left.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

He asked randomly. MJ was used to that stipulation; some of her employees thought she was a man, but that was only because of her name and because they had never seen her in person. To top it off, there were no pictures of her on the internet. With that said, she had no social media accounts; her name only came up now and then, here and there. Jorge was officially the face of Billings Corporation although she had started the company. So it was not a surprise that people thought she was a man.