Maggie Cries Novels & Stories

Standing above her was Jade, his chest heaving, his fists clenched, his eyes wild with fury. “Stay away from me!” Jade roared, his voice cracking with something raw and dangerous. “Jade!” Caleb stepped forward immediately, holding his hands up. “Calm down…” “Don’t tell me to calm down, Caleb!” Jade snapped, his eyes never leaving Maggie. “Do you have any idea what she’s done? Do you even know?” I didn’t wait, I rushed to Maggie’s side, kneeling down to help her up. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes shimmering with tears that hadn’t yet fallen. “Maggie,” I whispered, sliding my arm under hers, “are you okay? What happened?”

Hannah cried but Maggie kept trying until we heard a sentence clearly "R-Rogues. T-They s-said t-they were c-coming f-for you" she gurgled out while staring straight at me and my breath hitched Maggie began to convulse violently, coughing up blood as she her body shook "Maggie? Maggie!" Hannah and Alpha Scott kept calling her name but to no avail I watched with horror, totally motionless as Maggie's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body stopped convulsing; going completely still

"What's that supposed to mean? Her house? Maggie's getting forced into some sketchy marriage—she's being harassed. I was just trying to help. You're a woman too. Can't you just try to understand? Do you have to be so jealous and dramatic right now?" Before she could clap back, a loud crash exploded from the bedroom. Vincent's face dropped. He shoved past Serena and bolted. "Maggie! What are you doing?" Full-blown panic. Maggie was on the floor, crying hard. Blood streaked down her wrist. "Just leave me alone. No one cares about me anyway. If dying makes Miss Saun stop hating me, at least I'll have peace..." Vincent ripped the broken glass from her grip, pressing on the cut.

Victor POV Maggie shook her head before advancing forward in my direction. I don’t know where she was getting her temerity from when I already made it clear that I had had enough of her deceptions. My eyes had been opened years ago as to what type of woman she is. Maggie stopped in front of me, squeezing her eyes shut until a lone tear escaped from her eye to stream down her face. I wanted to clap my hands. She could have given top-calibre actresses a run for their money. Her performance right now was award-winning.

I turn to head towards Maggie's house when I almost walk into her, making me jump and almost shift. "Lord Maggie, don't sneak up on me like that", I sigh, forcing Heath back down. When he realises who startled us, he turns into a puppy, rolling on his back and whimpering. Maggie giggles and looks up at me with her beautiful, emerald-green eyes. The flame flickered brightly occasionally, and when she met my gaze, she suddenly looked down and started work on a hang nail.

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

“Right here.” “I’m OK, Joe…” She tried to back up, to pull away. Mortified to be so close to tears yet again. “I’m fine.” “Like hell you are. Stop squirming around and let me hold you.” “Joe…” He shook his dark head, held her tighter. “Stop talking.” The tears came now – as they always did, or so it seemed to Maggie – and she rested her face against Joe’s broad chest as she wept. And as always, she wondered when this pain and grief was going to ease off enough for her to breathe again.

I… hate that I care. “Are those tears, Olivia?” Maggi asks suddenly. I blink, and only then do I feel the wetness on my cheeks. I touch my face, stunned. “Am I… crying?” Maggi doesn’t hesitate. She pulls me into a warm embrace, her arms wrapping around me like a safety net. Her hands moves in slow, gentle circles across my back. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs. “If you need to cry, cry. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Maggie pouts as we all continue to laugh. Her pouts soon turn into laughter. The door opens and in walks two people I have never seen before. The man is the spitting image of an older Cole, while the woman is Maggie in the older version. Smiles light up their faces as they walk over to us. The woman pulls me into a hug and I feel tears falling from her eyes. I haven’t got a clue why she is crying, but I hold her closer and pat her back. “I was afraid that I would never get to meet you. Maggie has been so happy since she found a friend like you. Thank you for making my little girl smile again.” The woman pulls back as she talks.

I could see tears gathering in her eyes. “What the hell are you saying?” I asked her. “You’re human too, not a saint!” Maggie exclaimed. “You must have felt bad when I broke up with you and married a wealthy man. When you heard I was maltreated by the man I chose over you, you must have been glad. You must have said, ‘It served me right!’” Then Maggie began to cry. Those were genuine tears, and I knew I had to comfort her. I hugged her and patted her back slowly as I reassured her.