Maggie Esmerelda Novels & Stories

She crept down the hallway quietly, pretending she had urgent medical business with the doctor at midnight. She pushed the door open softly. Alex was not in the front room, but the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Stepping forward, Magda approached the shower enclosed by a thin plastic curtain. Through a narrow gap, she caught sight of Alex’s bare body. His broad shoulders and toned arms appeared mesmerizing in the dim light. And as her eyes descended upon his naked lower half, Magda swallowed hard, the heavy rush of saliva gathering in her mouth. She wet her lips with her tongue... and pulled the curtain open violently with both hands.

Maggie grumbled, looking at me in the mirror, “You don’t look like a chicken, don’t listen to him.” I sat there while Maggie carefully curled my hair and did my makeup, skillfully moving with the grace and precision of an artist. “You should be a makeup artist, Maggie.” I said as she applied false eyelashes. “I do this because I love you. And I want you to look drop-dead goregous. I want that bitch Queen to know who she’s messing with.” Maggie said knowingly. My face fell, and I pulled away, “Maggie… How do you know?” I whispered. She looked a little taken aback; she opened her mouth to reply just as someone knocked at the door, “It doesn’t take an idiot to know who killed your mom, Bella.”

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

“I will take care of the situation and you; get your ass back to the Crone.” Maggie just turned tail and ran out of the room. I watched the entire exchange, not knowing what on earth was happening, but one thing I could understand, was that these people…witches, they needed me for something and they wanted me to be safe at the same time. They didn’t want to start a war with Cameron’s pack…then the only thing they could possibly be after…was my magic! Esmeralda turned back towards me, her face set in a small, comforting smile. But that smile no longer fooled me. No doubt I found her familiar when I first saw her! She looked very much like Maggie!

I guess it's more of a triangle with just the three of us to fill it. I watch as Emma closes her eyes and inhales deeply. Maggie closes her eyes and begins chanting something in a foreign language I don't recognize. Her eyes start to flutter behind her thick glasses and just when I think things can't get any weirder, Maggie's eyes fly open and are completely white. She looks straight into my eyes down into the darkest parts of my soul. And screams.

Maggie Annabella and I make it about halfway across the camp. We see Wesly and Jake coming from training, Jake is smiling as they talk, I have noticed his eyes dance when he laughs. His dirty blonde hair is damp and sticking to his neck and back, and he has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. My mouth suddenly becomes very dry. They pick up their pace in our direction. "What's wrong, Bella?" Wesly asks, reaching for her. She placed her hand in his. "I am fine." She tells Wesly. "Maggie may have found an ally to help get our father out. She's a genius!"

“Maggie, this is Emily. She is our future luna. We are here to find a dress for her luna ceremony and possibly a few other formal gowns for events that might be coming up once word gets out that Gabriel has found his mate.” “This is so exciting,” Maggie exclaimed. “We are so happy that you are here my dear. My name is Maggie like Breanna said, and this is my shop. Come, we will look around to see if you see anything that you like. My daughter and I have made all of the dresses you see here. If you see something but you want it slightly different, a different color, material or anything we can do that. If you are envisioning something else, we can also draw that out and create it.”

Evans adjusts his collars, flicks his hair backwards as he feasts his eyes on Maggie who's now red like a tomato. Ver bites on her pizza, chews and refuses to swallow out of embarrassment. "I'm-I'm- I'm Margret, M-m-maggie for s-short." Maggie stutters, looking anywhere but Evans. "M-m-maggie for s-short." Miranda mimicks Maggie, earning chuckles from her siblings.

It sounded like the voice of a girl. “Margaret Daciana Dark Storm, I will not repeat myself. Look up.” A force suddenly grabbed Maggie’s head back and she had no choice but to open her eyes. There was no one there but a sudden light as thin as a pin appeared. And in front of the light was the silhouette of a girl. Maggie had the distinct feeling that she had seen the girl before but she wasn’t sure where. Her red hair was familiar and her aura…where had she felt that strong pull before?

Maggie stood by the counter, she had taken off her silver dress from the previous night and swapped it for a black sweater and jeans, she had left her black hair pinned to her back, she looked at Keira and smiled back at her. They both waited impatiently, their eyes on the phone waiting for it to ring. Just then they heard a loud knock on the door, and Maya’s head looked up, a smile on her face as she held her hands tightly together. “They’re here,” she whispered, filled with excitement as she looked at Maggie. “They did it, Maggie. Keira is gone.” She said excitedly. Maggie slowly got up from where she sat and began to walk towards the door. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Maya,” she said, cr