Maggie Cross Novels & Stories

Maggie scowled at Lincoln. “Margret, do you have a boyfriend?” Patricia hoped she did, she loved Maggie so much, but she did not have a lot going on in her life at the moment. She worked as a hairdresser at the local mall, and sometimes took clients at home, and she spent time with friends, but she did not seem motivated towards anything else. Not that it bothered her, it was her daughters life. “Uh Mom, it’s Maggie, no, I do not have a boyfriend, Link is just being a ponce.” Maggie rolled her eyes.

Maggie glanced at me confused. " What?" She added. I glanced at Xavier. All the color had already drained from his face and he looked pale. " Did I say something... Wrong?" Maggie asked carefully. Xavier hid it with a smile. " No, it's okay... She's late actually." He added. " I'm so sorry... I didn't know..." Maggie added, perturbed. Xavier smiled gently. " No, it's okay... Really. Nobody would have guessed anyway." Maggie sighed in relief. " It sucks, doesn't it? Losing someone you care about and a young time. I never saw mine. Died at childbirth." Maggie said as she dropped her spoon.

“I’m not sure what I can tell you about her that you don’t already know.” “Well, when I arrived it seemed like you were assigned as her protection. I was just wondering if she ever met with any male wolves. Could she have been seeing anyone?” “No. If she wasn’t with Lucas, she was organizing support for the refugees we took in. Why? Do you think she might have been working with someone from Cerathe after all?” “Maggie is pregnant.” I answered. “I came across her record today. The test was done the same day she vanished.”

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.

Gone was the quiet ache of trying to belong in a home that had never wanted her. What remained was her. Mya Cross. And the world had finally learned her name. The latest issue of Vogue Luxe lay open on her vanity, the glossy pages still faintly scented with ink. Her photo filled the spread—poised on the steps of the Cross estate, wearing an emerald gown that caught every glint of sunlight. The headline beneath her name read: “From the Ashes of Scandal: The Rise of Mya Cross, The Heiress Queen.”

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.