Maggie Cross Novels & Stories

My mom nodded, "we’ve met at parties a few times. Maggie, you are looking more and more like your mother each year. Beautiful." Maggie blushed, "Luna Angelina, good to see you." We all went inside the packhouse, and I saw Maggie look around. I couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling. This pack had only held bad memories for her mother. We sat down at the table, and Omegas were coming in to serve us food. Some of the older ones gasped when they saw Maggie. "Ariel?" one asked, surprised. Maggie shook her head, "I’m her daughter."

I was relieved, I finally got home. *** My name is Meghan White. I am sixteen years old. In two months, I will be seventeen years old. I went to high school. Now I am in twelfth grade. My parents are named David White and Rebeca White. I'm not a native of Strasbourg City. My parents asked me to move here, a year ago. They always ask me to change places of residence. I don't know the reason. I go into my room. I put my school bag on the study table. Then I sat on the bed. Take out a sheet of the letter that is in my jacket pocket. The letter looks shabby. The paper is almost brown. It seems was written a long time ago.

Maggie huffed, ruffling her bangs and looking away from Zara’s phone, crossing her arms over her chest. “Come on, Mags!” Zara complained, lowering her phone. “It’s not every day we get to wear these gowns and graduate!” Maggie arched her eyebrow. “Maybe not for you. I plan to do a masters.” “Ah yes, our genius friend off to leave us and continue studying.” Zara’s arm was hooked around Maggie’s shoulder, sweeping her hand across them. “Come on, leave her alone.” Alicia rolled her eyes, strolling away. “We will miss the actual ceremony if we continue taking so many photos.”

Matt gave Lily another smile before his face morphed into the expressionless features we all knew too well. XXX My eyes widened with the sudden change in the alpha’s expression. I moved around in the overlarge chair, feeling a shiver run down my spine. “What’s your name?” “Li-Lily” stupid stutter… No stuttering now, “Lily Chambers” “And why did you decide to cross the territory line?” “It wasn’t a decision” I gulp. Well, that went from stuttering squirrel to big mouth really quick… I glance over at Chase but he’s not looking at me. Instead he stands at attention, staring straight ahead.

In preparing for the summer gathering we were putting together a spectacular show of our newly attained powers that was certain to please Grandfather. Maggie Toma, a feisty werecat my age, was working with me on a fire display. She had beautiful red wavy hair that fell to her shoulders surrounding a cherub's face. Pouty lips and big round dark eyes, she looked similar to her feline form. Maggie was a lioness when she shifted and in her human form, she was grace personified. The look of innocence was a facade that she exploited. She was a powerful werecat with numerous powers.

“It’s the influence of that basketball team, I’m sure. All that physical contact, the locker rooms… Satan finds his way in anywhere.” "Those kind of rumours ain't true, Margaret's boy lives in a bright home. I doubt he'd do devilish things like that for a quick buck" Someone else chimed to her defense but it seemed to be drowned out by other gossip. Margaret listened as the rumors poured out in hushed, horrified tones. The details were crude and specific. Trailer trash. Gay. Sucking men off for money. The words landed like stones in her stomach, heavy and sharp. She nodded along, murmuring appropriate sounds of concern, but inside something cold and furious was uncoiling.

"You can't save all of them." Maggie put up her hand. "I've been hearing that my whole career. I will never stop trying." Kel rested his head onto the headrest. This wasn't a one and done. She was going to go off onto a crusade. "You think there is something we can do?" "Yes," Maggie said, no trace of the sobbing she had done in her voice. She'd recovered quickly. He had to admire that. "What do you have in mind?"

“Am I even doing the right thing?” Maggie stood in front of the mirror at her reflection. She was dressed in a sexy red dress which she had chosen for the night. After spending the whole day at the office with Caleb ready to tackle anyone who came to challenge her authority she was quite disappointed when no one came. But she wasn’t done. She knew they knew about her presence in the city. Surely Ezekiel must have told everyone she was alive. So why did no one come?

That made a lot more sense to me. "What?" Maggie gasped, blushing, "No! I haven't been sleeping around. I thought you knew me so well. How could you think I was doing it with all kinds of people. I don't even like girls that way. I'm straight!" She was practically crimson by the time she finished talking. I believed her about keeping herself to herself. I really did know Meghan well enough to know she wouldn't have actually slept with a bunch of people while in Boston. Maggie seemed to have a hard time believing she was sexy. I thought it was an act at first, but now I knew better: this girl just did not know how hot she was or how easy it was to want her.

After the meal was done, Maggie packed it up in a food box and set it aside to go get ready. She showered, got dressed, and applied makeup; afterwards, she sprayed a lot of perfume as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Maggie has worn a bodycon dress with a deep cleavage cut and slit. She smiled at her appearance before walking out of the room. She carried her food box from the kitchen and left the house without telling Aella, as the driver was waiting for her already. “To Damien's office, please." Maggie purred, and the driver took off.