Maggie Esmerelda Novels & Stories

“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 held her breath as she looked up in horror, her body trembling in fear as she weakly pulled her wrists, fighting against the ropes trying to break, the rough fibers wore badly tearing into her wrists. The glass cages were laced with silver making it impossible for her to transform or summon her wolf to heal her wounds, and being around silver increased the pain they felt by a hundred. She winced in pain again, looking up at Officer Lira with red teary eyes. “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice shaking, tears pouring down her cheeks. “I swear, I don’t know. It was just…” she cried, stuttering and shaking her head as she cried loudly.

“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.”

Mom announced but I paid less attention as I drank my wine. "Her name is Mackenzie." She said and I choked on my wine. "What? What did you say her name is?" I said after my cough stopped. "Well she's from the magical world and right there, they all have a name with the "M" initials so just like their Queen's and King's name starts with "M", same goes for the girl." Mom expounded and I sighed. "Mom, I asked you to repeat that name again. I didn't ask for their whole life history."

“Who are you?” Maggie cast her gaze on Zenovia and tried to squeeze herself into the room. The secretary hurriedly stopped her and said, “Miss, you’re trespassing.” Maggie pushed him away and walked toward Zenovia. “I have something to talk to Ms. Livingston.” Zenovia looked at her, and she recognized her. “It’s you?” “It seems like you still remember me, Ms. Livingston.” Maggie stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest as a smile was playing at the corner of her red lips. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Maggie, and I’m here on behalf of Young Master Knowles.”

he explains, his voice deep and soothing. “I see.” My mate has always been in the enemy kingdom, waiting for me. So, this is why Rhia seemed so happy to cross the border and so loath to sail away from what I thought were enemy lands. “I’m Maggie, Maggie Carpender of Bellthan, in Forest Kingdom.” “Amazing,” he says. “No wonder I was drawn to its border.” “As was I, in the opposite direction.” “Incredible,” he says. A moment passes, gentle and quiet as we just gaze into each other’s eyes.

Maggie said. Emma stared at her mother slack-jawed as Maggie told her this story. She sat there in disbelief. Could she really be a descendant of the moon goddess? Could she actually be her many times removed great grandmother? Could the moon goddess be the one in her visions? Could she actually have the gift of foresight? So many questions ran through Emma’s mind. So many questions she didn’t know if she could get answers to.

She interrupted him and smiled sweetly at me. "I'm Maggie but my close people call me Maggs. And of course, I give you full permission to call me Maggs as well because you're beautiful and I think I've seen you in papers so you're beautiful and a celebrity. I'm the owner of this place so from today onwards whenever you come here, I'll serve you personally and you'll have a special discount as well. And if you need t-"