Maggie Esmerelda Novels & Stories

Maggie jumped back. She didn’t recognise him from the pack. Yes, it was a big pack, but she had eidetic memory, also known as photographic memory. Even if it was by a glance, Maggie would recognise if the person was from the pack. Gulping down her fear, she tilted her chin up, staring down the beast whose dark eyes kept roaming her body with intrigue. “Who are you? What do you want?” Maggie asked, her voice calmer and louder than she expected. The usual squeak of her voice was gone.

I chuckle, "Don't worry about it, Amelia, I know that you don't mean anything maliciously. Our life is different than how we expected it, but it's still good. Just like the life you and Maven have built here at the Renegade Pack is good." She smiles as she nods, "Yes, thank you for understanding." I chuckle as she stands up and goes to her mate. She's always so scared about hurting others' feelings, or maybe it's just my feelings, I'm not sure. She just always seems so cautious with her words, like she's trying to make sure that they are perfect. Maggie, the head housekeeper at the Renegade Pack and the woman that Magnolia was named after, walks into the room with a smile on her face. All th

Jackson grabbed her hand pulled her back, "What the fuck are you doing Maggie", Jackson said pulling her away "Why did you bring me here, why is she here and not dead", Maggie shouted pointing her finger at me. Both Damien and I looked at each other confused, as we watched the exchange between the people in front of us "What are you talking about Maggie", Jackson asked, "MY SPELLS WONT WORK ALPHA SHE HAS SOME OF MY POWER IN HER", Maggie shouted,

Amira said “I’ll do as you say” Anna said “Tell me a little about yourself Anna” Amira asked “Queen Tara bought me from the Vartell village (Amir’s kingdom) Anna was from Edinburgh but was captured by the vartell warriors during a war between Edinburgh and Vartell villages. “My master sold me to the queen and since then I’ve been in Odeon. I’m glad she bought me and I’m happy here” Anna said On hearing Vartell kingdom Amira stiffened and appearedpalce on her face.

She couldn’t hold her excitement so she jumped on the bed in relief when she was alone and soliloquized “ Wow, this place is incredible. This bed is so soft , I wish I could just stay here forever” Maggie fancied and admired the life of the rich but she quickly gave herself a reality check that it was only for the time being . She really didn’t want to be a burden to anyone so she had to remain focused . Life had forced her to think for herself due to the absence of her father , she knew better not to go beyond her boundaries . She quickly unpacked her clothes and bags . Making sure to carefully arrange them in her wardrobe . It wasn’t like Maggie was very organized but she didn’t want to ap

Thirty minutes later, a loud knock rattled the door and before Voss could even open it fully, Maggie stormed in like she was escaping a battlefield. She was freckled, curly-haired, wearing leggings, a blazer, and the exhausted confidence of someone who ruled a kingdom made of toddlers. When she spotted Layla, her eyes brightened. “Oh! So you’re the famous Layla.” Maggie beamed, pulling her into a warm, tight hug that smelled like baked goods and chaos. “I’ve heard so much about you!” Layla blinked, startled but smiling. “It’s really nice to finally meet you.” “Oh honey, likewise. Come sit. I made cookies. Ignore the ones in the bottom of the bag, they were used as bargaining chips.”

Mia said and shut her eyes tightly as she thought of how stupid she sounded. She bit her lips as she made sure to avoid eye contact with the lady. The lady let out a small scoff, "alright. We can go with that." She said and then stretched her hands towards Mia, "I'm Julia." Mia looked at the hand skeptically. She wasn't here to make friends or to stay long in the pack. She was only here to find a cure to her curse and Aaron, who had other plans, was only going to make it hard for her to do what she actually came to the pack to do.

I don’t know how to describe them, I’m not a fashion expert, but I can at least tell they match her blouse. 'Someone won’t be getting a job on the red carpet,' Matthan sniggers. I ignore him. “Right on time again. I’m Impressed,” Maggie compliments, not even turning her head to look at me, but no doubt she either scented or heard me coming. Maggie is fifty-six but looks late 30s if you ask me, and she’s incredibly slim, bordering on bony. She may not have muscles or curves, but I still wouldn’t want to take her on in a fight. I hear her father used to be a Beta in another pack and I just know that means she can kick all our asses.

Her fingers worked furiously inside herself, and I could even hear the wet, gushing sounds. It was the first time I'd ever seen such a sight. Dizziness washed over me. Noticing my gaze, she even shifted her body closer to me, her hand moving faster. She seemed aroused by me looking at her. There was no holding back now. Summoning my courage, I asked, "Aunt Maggie… are you that itchy down there? Do you want me to help you?" She looked at me without a word, spreading her legs even wider, her fingers moving faster and faster.

She was moving. Isabella barely slept, her eyes scanning the screens. I wanted to ask, ask her what else was wrong. Maybe Ethan’s words about her mother, but Isabella’s focus on Maggie was something I wouldn’t break. Our night was filled with relentless days on coffee and revenge. My love for her grew in that moment, her pyre, her inability to harm her, and my own struggling against my father, against Even. Vengeance drives me… led her too. Maggie was vengeful and I hold her accountable. Benji called at dawn, sounding optimistic. “I hit you. Maggie’s name is Mara Klein. She jumped through the guards in Eastern Europe… Prague, Budapest, Belgrade. She took it back.” I glanced at Isabella. Her