Maggie Cross Novels & Stories

Well, this is dramatic. I looked up, startled. Maggie walked in with her arms by her side. She had her usual bitchy attitude. How did she know? That scarlet that was always so stark against her features was painted on her mouth in red color. "What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised. She walked to the bed slowly. "I heard about Josh.” I stood up. “You don’t need to care about him.” She retorted quickly. "Oh, don’t be silly. We work together. He’s my boss. And friend."

ONE MONTH LATER "Alright everyone! It is time. Let's do this!" Maggie shouts, smiling and clutching a big notepad in her arms. She is my second favourite cousin after Jennie. She also happens to be the planner of my wedding with Lisa, and ever since she resorted to the job of carrying around that notepad, I have been having a little bit of difficulty telling apart my 'real cousin Maggie' from the 'work alcoholic Maggie.'

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

There was probably something wrong with Rose’s ears because she thought that she just heard Wayne introduce her as his ‘serious girlfriend.’ Yup, she had probably heard wrong or misinterpreted what he said; because there was no way on earth she had heard right. “My name is Margaret Blackstone, but you can call me Maggie. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve been dying to see the woman who has stolen my son’s heart and he can’t stop talking about.” Maggie was beaming with that warm smile again.

"You know what they say about how to get over one man…" "Yeah, yeah, you have to get under the next—" I started flatly. "Nope," Maggie said smugly. "You just have to go out into the world looking hot and get complimented by all of the other men in the world. At least… that's how I do it." Erin rolled her eyes but smiled. "Let's go get hit on then," she said, looping her arm through mine and heading inside the bar. Maggie pittered behind us, still distracted by her own boobs.

“She said her boy is growing up now, but I have to remind you if you leave cüm stains on the sheets, then you are cleaning it.” Old Maggie, she has been working for me for nearly four years now. She is a very sweet lady from the lower parts of town, she has got three children, but she has always considered me as one of her own. She is very strict and very dear two me “Talking about cum stains, you been invited to Skye tonight for dinner.” “Please explain how do cum and dinner go together?” “Skye and cum go together.” “I still don't see your point.” “Just make sure your ass is there, but I have this feeling that you already know.”

When they saw Xavier and Tiffany, they immediately vacated two practically conjoined seats and teased, "Over here! We can't separate the lovebirds, or Mr. Harrington will have a hard time peeling shrimp for his girlfriend!" Xavier cast me a look as the jest hung in the air, as if observing my reaction. But I didn't remark and simply staked an empty seat at the corner of the table. Everyone's gaze fell on me when they realized Xavier seemed dazed. Someone muttered, "Who's this? Why have I never seen her before?" "She came with them. She's probably a friend of Mr. Harrington's." The comment prompted me to glance at Xavier. He didn't deny the assumption. As it turned out, I was just an ordinary

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

Alice nodded, her expression unreadable as she turned to Maggie. Maggie swallowed. "I’m Maggie. Half-witch, half-fae. My mother was gifted, but she—" She hesitated, looking away for a moment. "She never got to teach me. So, I guess…I’m here to figure out what she never got to show me."

I nodded, smiling thankfully at her. Maggie walked back to her room to finally give me some space and alone time. Just like her Aunt, she’s a very nice woman and a down to earth person. I could see a bit of resemblance between them physically. Maggie is probably an inch or two shorter than me and her long hair was bleached with its grown black roots. Just like her, I’m hoping we could be friends eventually…