Maggie Esmerelda Novels & Stories

“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.

Emma asked. “Not likely. The only wolves that have ever been recorded having gifts have belonged to our family.” her mother said. “Do you remember her name?” Emma asked Maggie. “Hmm, let me think.” Maggie said and was silent for a minute. “My mother’s name was Lela, and I think, I think, her sister’s name was Lola.” “Thank you, Mom. I’ll ask Zara if she remembers her grandmother.” Emma said. “You’re welcome sweetie. Let me know if she does, ok?” Maggie replied.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Helga said as she crosses her arms. "Ugh" Maisy replied the only thing she could say. "But the young madam really surprised me. She wasn't what I expected her to be" Helga says while remembering Amelia's offer to a handshake. "I know right. She's really cute too and innocent" Maisy said, now also recalling their young madam. "The master sees to have refined his taste in women" Maisy added which made Helga choke. "Maisy. Don't be so disrespectful" Helga scolded as Maisy can't stop her sharp tongue from speaking words that may harm her position as a maid working under Damian.

I had done what I had to do. Or not? "Estelle!" Margaret yelled, approaching at a brisk pace. "Maggie." I hugged her tightly. We had not seen each other for a long time more than we were used to. Maggie was the only widow in the whole pack since wolves usually die in pairs. She was the strongest werewolf in the world. Her hair began to fill with gray, her eyes, always kind and were the color of the forest. Green and captivating. "I was so worried about you, my child." She took my face in her soft hands, analyzing me. She acted like a mother to me from day one.

She saw that the light was snowing, the white color on the green in the garden made her feel cozy. ‘Are you still going to the magic square?’ asked Maddie and ate her biscuit. Rodolf shook his head in the negative. 'You?' ‘Yes,’ Maddie sighed, ‘if I take magic lessons now, I can do a little less during the week. I like to separate both worlds. Esmee came in, still half asleep, yawning loudly. ‘Were you up long?’ she asked Rodolf. He nodded. She thought for a moment. ‘You took the anti-love elixir Rodolf, right?’ she asked.

He is currently the youngest wordweaver in Garou, he seems to be the only male in his family, adding to the fact that his father, the previous wordweaver just passed. Crescent signaled him to carry on. “Maggie, once a queen , now a puppet of greed. Betrayal's threads entwine her, darkness claims her heart.” He began as the courtroom filled with tension. "Queen Maggie, a visionary, shackled by power-hungry fools! Her actions, a desperate cry for justice, drowned in shadows." The defender counterattacks. “She broke a sacred rule, known to every supernatural, Maggie manipulated a wolf into killing a human professor,” Roy stated.