Maggie Cross Novels & Stories

I had done what I had to do. Or not? “Sienna!” Margaret yelled, approaching at a brisk pace. “Maggie.” I hugged her tightly. We had not seen each other for a long time more than we were used to. Maggie was the only widow in the whole pack since wolves usually die in pairs. She was the strongest werewolf in the world. Her hair began to fill with gray, her eyes, always kind and were the color of the forest. Green and captivating. “I was so worried about you, my child.” She took my face in her soft hands, analyzing me. She acted like a mother to me from day one.

“I’m all done, Miss Maeve.” Maggie’s sudden interruption was the greatest blessing I could have asked for in that moment. I turned to greet her, thankful for her presence. Approaching with a basket full of produce and a few hunks of wrapped meat, she stared curiously at Sarah. “Do you know this woman?” Maggie asked me. I bit my lip. “She…” Sarah looked astonished. “Unbelievable,” she scoffed with a grin. “He even assigned you a babysitter to ensure you don’t run away?”

Overwhelmed with pleasure and barely aware of her surroundings, Seraphina readily agreed. The footage was so indecent that many people turned their heads away. After all, it was my villa, how could I not have installed surveillance cameras? … If there was anyone to blame, it was their utter shamelessness. Margaret cried in rage and pointed a trembling finger at Seraphina. “Didn’t I tell you not to go too far? “Now look at this—everything has been ruined!” See? What upset Margaret was not what Seraphina had done, but the fact that it had been exposed.

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.

The omegas bathed her and dressed her up in preparation for her martial arts class with Maggie. Then she was led to the venue which was a lonely and quiet field. Maggie was a five feet tall lady who was a little ripped. She had a brown coloured hair which she plaited in two. She bowed slightly and made a brief introduction of herself. Twenty six years old and a guardian wolf. Apparently, a guardian to the omegas.

He waved them over to me but luckily I dodged the attack before it could affect me. "We really don't need to do this, Sage." I muttered as I maintained my stand. I shut my eyes forcefully and tried to call out every ounce of power in me in order to fight back. I felt the radiation in my body. It made me realize the powers are coming up but... "Megan!" I heard a shriek behind me. I opened my eyes and I turned back to see Mrs Spears struggle for breath. I gasped in shock as I turned back towards Sage to see him controlling her breath with his hand.

It is not like he will be around much longer, as I have already unintentionally bridged him to his mate. That is correct, I make bridges. These are spiritual and magical bridges for others to cross to that which they sometimes want, need, or desire. I only found out a few weeks ago that I have this ability. Prior to that, I had thought I was cursed. You see, every time I get involved with someone, they find the woman they end up with. They break it off with me. Oftentimes, they just ghost me. It is rude and pathetic, but most people lack bravery and basic decency.

I yanked the collar of my shirt up, pinning it tight with a small safety pin from the inside, hoping to God it would stay put. Ten minutes later, I was crossing the main campus courtyard, my hands gripping the straps of my backpack like a shield. The sun was blinding, making my eyes sting after barely getting two hours of sleep. "Well, look who finally decided to show up for air," a sharp voice cut through the morning air. I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing right in the middle of the concrete path was Maria Cole, flanked by her usual shadows, Gloria and Meg. Maria was wearing a crisp white designer jacket, a massive, iced coffee held loosely in her manicured hand.

She boisterously laughed and teased and carried on with Tara as if the two were longtime friends and she had only visited the day before. Maggie showed little surprise when she saw the kittens. It was as if she knew of their existence all along. She held each one in her hands and did what she called ‘scanning of their bodies’. Maggie could actually picture in her mind the inside of a person or an animal. Although she was never educated in the medical field, she was able to pick up on abnormalities in a body and instinctively know whether the affliction required a doctor’s care or a simple home remedy.

"Let’s see how she wants to play this." Maggie didn't hesitate. She marched straight to Table Four, her shadow falling over Ciara’s beautiful yellow dress. She didn't look at Kenneth. She looked down at Ciara with a smirk that was dripping with pure, unadulterated venom. "Well, well," Maggie scoffed "I was told Kenneth he was meeting with a rising star, but I didn't realise he was funding an amnesiac charity case who can't even remember what she did to her own family."