Maggie Esmerelda Novels & Stories

That is what most impresses me, as well as her beautiful voice. I wanted to see her more, but where could I find her? When Sarreth found my unconscious body, she said there is no such goddess, which surprised me. And yes, the necklace my mum gave me was the reason for my loss of consciousness that day. That necklace protects me from the sun and allows me to touch the metals. Because of that necklace, I look like a complete human being that likes to hunt pretty ladies. That necklace also control my thirst and I think that is a good thing.

Margaret resided in a quaint cottage on the edge of town, a hidden gem nestled amidst a lush garden bursting with vibrant flowers. Knocking on the weathered wooden door, Emma's heart raced with anticipation. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a stooped figure with wisps of gray hair framing a kind face. Margaret's eyes, age-weathered and filled with wisdom, peered at Emma through a veil of time. "Can I help you, dear?" Margaret asked, her voice carrying a sense of familiarity and warmth. "Mrs. Margaret, my name is Emma Reynolds, and I'm a journalist for the Silverwood Gazette," Emma began, her voice filled with earnestness and respect.

They walked further into the building to the space that was specially created for holding outsiders or rogues. Waiting at the front of the questioning room was Emma’s third-in-command, her Gamma who went by the name Chloe Riggs. She was a tall lady with shoulder length auburn hair, hazel eyes with gold flecks and a devotional spirit to work. She was Emma’s other best friend. But in work like they were in now, she was the Gamma. “How’s our hostage holding up?” Emma asked wearing the pair of gloves that Lincoln handed her in case things got ugly with their prisoner.

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

Suppressing the joy that leaped into her heart, the girl said firmly, “I want you to cast a spell on Maggie Milton to keep her safe.” The answer surprised Esmerelda. She searched the girl’s eyes for confirmation. The girl nodded her head determinedly. “Aren’t your life more precious than a maid’s? Don’t waste my promise on Maggie. I can cast a spell to keep you safe. Your enemies are powerful, Aurora,” Esmerelda warned. “Maggie was there for me when I went through the darkest period of my life. She saved my life more than once. She is not a maid, she is my family,” the girl said firmly.

she led him into the dining room where her mother and father were making their way out of the kitchen. Emerald noticed that her mother was looking way better than earlier. Other than the slightly conspicuous red hue in her eyes, she looked like her usual self and in appreciation, Emerald passed Luca a slight smile to which he responded with a small nod. “Oh! My babies are here,” Maggie grinned as she pulled Logan and Oriana into a bear hug, leaving a little space between them due to her baby bump. Both of them chuckled and greeted her as they placed simultaneous kisses on her cheeks. With a wide grin, Maggie's eyes shifted towards the new face in the room and almost instantaneously, her eyes

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Maggie said, coming closer to him. "Don't say I've changed, that's my mistake. I'm hurting, and all you see is this?" he shouted at Maggie. Maggie takes a step back, her heart shattering as tears start to well up in her eyes. The anger in Oliver's voice is a shock to her system, leaving her reeling. Maggie is known for being a highly skilled and efficient assassin, who has always maintained a reputation for being cold-hearted and indifferent to the emotional turmoil of others.