Mage Personal Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t know how to describe them, I’m not a fashion expert, but I can at least tell they match her blouse. 'Someone won’t be getting a job on the red carpet,' Matthan sniggers. I ignore him. “Right on time again. I’m Impressed,” Maggie compliments, not even turning her head to look at me, but no doubt she either scented or heard me coming. Maggie is fifty-six but looks late 30s if you ask me, and she’s incredibly slim, bordering on bony. She may not have muscles or curves, but I still wouldn’t want to take her on in a fight. I hear her father used to be a Beta in another pack and I just know that means she can kick all our asses.

Less polished than Madison the Personal Assistant, less carefully controlled than Madison the Project Manager. Just Madison.

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.

Chapter 39 …MARIA.. “come to my office” I say during a phone call to Maggie, “why, I need to go shopping” she answers, sometimes, I envy her life, Maggie is a socialite who literally does nothing but spend her parents fortune, she doesn’t have to work her ass out like me as she is the youngest daughter of her family, the only sensible thing she does is modeling for huge companies, talk of a Neptune brat. “I will go shopping with you later, you just need to come here now” I say,

In disbelieve, Maggie took another paper from the folder, and it was a marriage license, with the same data on it. It was clear as a day... Margaret Colt, date of birth: July 01. 1996. Charleston, South Carolina, blah, blah, blah, even her social security number matched the one on the papers, more blah, blah, blah, is married to Jackson Peters, date of birth: May, 15. 1987. Chicago... at the end of the page, date of June 01. 2018. Wait! What? That was less than two months ago! And she has never been to Chicago!

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.

Sabagay, with the kind of behavior he had, I'm sure masisira agad ang image nito kapag nakita ng lahat ang tunay na kulay nito. DARK. After his photos, I checked his profile. Cameron del Fuero, 28 yrs. Old, born on July 03,1990, Business Tycoon, CEO of DFCS, 6'1" height, single... Oh? Single? Well, sino ba namang babae ang magkakagusto sa gagaong 'yon? After all, walang feelings ang mga bato... After his personal profile, I proceed to his company's profile.

“As in Young Leone from the Leone mafia family?” “Mmhm.” Marie and I gave each other an excited look, we had heard a lot about Young Leone, he had quite the reputation. “I hear he’s absolutely gorgeous.” I said. “That he’s built like a truck.” “That’s not even the best part.” Marie jumped in. “He’s probably the wealthiest man in the city, he could probably buy this place outright with cash.” “That’s nothing.” Paula said. “I hear that he’s calm, cool, and collected. But also twice as ruthless.”