Maggie Cross Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

“Big day, huh?” Sage turned to see her friend and coworker, Maggie, leaning against the café’s doorframe, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Maggie had the hardened smile of someone who’d seen too much of life to be surprised by it anymore. Her greying hair was tied back with a bandana, and her apron bore coffee stains that refused to wash out. “Big day for vultures,” Sage muttered. “Say the word and I’ll toss sugar syrup on their fancy loafers,” Maggie offered, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Well, if you want, you can come with me. I need to buy some things for my apartment and some food. I would love the company. I’m going, to be honest, I haven’t really had a friend in a long time, and it feels like I can trust you.” Maggie gives me a smile that's like the sun and nods her head furiously letting me know she wants to come. Over the next couple of hours, we get dinner and shop. We talk about everything. Maggie is a few years older and goes to a nearby college. We share about our families and the issues that they have caused us. Maggie’s family is amazing, and they love her a lot. She has issues with people using her to get to them. They are extremely wealthy, and many try to ge

A bright purple scarf wrapping around her head and neck. “Maggie,” I bit out. She was back in her wheelchair, and despite the insane amount of makeup she had on, I could see the paleness in her skin behind the mask. She wasn’t doing so good. “Stay here.” I ordered Corinne before stepping forward to Maggie’s side. “Why did they ask you to bring me?” “No need for pretense.” She hissed coldly. I blinked surprised. bEcause in all the years I had suffered in our family, Maggie had never been outright rude or cruel to me. Only manipulative.

I can't remember ever cumming so hard! After we're washed and dressed, Maggie drives, as we head to my dad's house to meet Christina. On the way, we make small talk and I get to know more about Maggie beyond the obvious. She was a schoolteacher before she became a stay at home mom. Maybe that's why she enjoyed hearing about Miss Edwards. She has a Masters Degree in history and takes Tai Chi classes to stay in shape. Who knew? "I really like your mom." Maggie says, as she exits the interstate, near my dad's house.

He still refused to stop trying even though she had turned down his offer a thousand times. Maggie is a biracial mid easterner whose mother is British, she grew up in London but came to settle in Maslles country because of her job. She was beautiful woman in her late twenties, she didn't wear classy clothes but always attracted the attention of the opposite sex. Seeing that Maggie wolfing down her food hurriedly , James patted her shoulder , saying, "My beautiful Maggie, please take your time."

She probably saw my confusion and shrugged. “I'm Maggie, an actress on Broadway. They snatched me when I was having a smoke out by the theatre. Was still in costume, so just went with being the old hag. And I'm glad I did, considering rape and torture of the younger ladies seems to be the only thing those bastards can think of.” Maggie shook her head sadly. “Have you seen my friend? And why can't we shift? Any idea where we are?” There were just so many questions in my mind.

Must have come here after I left. “Hey guys.” “Thomas, you finally decided to join us.” “We were about to have fun without you.” “Well I’m here now.” “And not alone I see.” “Everyone, this is Emma. My childhood best friend.” “Hi.” “Hey. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maggie.” Maggie had long brown hair that curled at the end. I could tell by her tone and smile that she was an optimistic person. She likes to think positively. “And right there is Shawn.”

ELENA The low fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing everything in a sterile, humming glow. Maggie sat across from me, wrists cuffed, the chains on the table between us rattling softly every time she moved. Her eyes were red, her mouth pressed into a thin, trembling line. She looked like a ghost of the girl I'd once known—the fierce, defiant Maggie who'd survived things we didn’t speak about. I waited. I let the silence stretch until it pressed against my ribs, until she had no choice but to speak.