Maggie Glass Novels & Stories

There were new lines around her eyes, but otherwise she looked the same. Sharp. Tired. Impossible to lie to. She glanced up. The glass nearly slipped from her hand. “Well,” she breathed. “I’ll be damned.” I gave her a small smile. “Still alive.” “Barely, from the look of you.” “Missed you too.” Maggie stared at me for another second, like she was making sure I was real. Then she set the glass down and reached for a bottle without asking. Whiskey. Of course.

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.

Maggie squealed at me. Shit. Didn't banshees have chilling screams that could break windows? I looked over all those impatient faces at the glass behind them. “Hmm, I doubt those windows were banshee proof." Glancing nervously over their shoulders at the tons of sea water that would crush and drown them if Maggie lost control, the bar's patrons became significantly less engrossed in the drama. “Oh, now you care. Very nice." I pointed two fingers at my eyes before turning my hand back to each of them, in an "I'm watching you" gesture.

Sean nodded and ordered someone to call the medical team. It should have felt like a moment of salvation. However, instead, my heart felt like it was being crushed in an invisible grip, numb with pain. For a complete stranger, he could offer help without hesitation. However, for me, his own sister, I was not even worth as much as a stranger. For Wendy, he really could give up anything. When the doctor saw me, his face filled with shock. "Ms. Lawson! What happened to you ?" My lips were cracked and dry. I could not answer.

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.

I said matter-of-factly, voice deep and unwavering. Maggie is a woman ghoul—tall, with a pale, almost translucent complexion, “Maggie was made to be her helper. It’s no big deal.” Don used his hands to show me how big Rain’s wet and soapy breast was. “That’s a very bad thing you did. You probably scared her half to death.” “Grr, Grr”

After getting the message I was trying to pass across by pointing at the glass of water, Maggie hurriedly carried it and fed me the water. “How long have I passed out ?” I asked. “Four hours,” Maggie answered as she dropped the glass of water back on the bedside table and sat close to me on the bed. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do anything to stop Madeline. Actually, l wanted to, but she refused and pleaded with me to respect her decision,” Maggie explained with an apologetic look.

Maggie couldn't blame her for stating the obvious. Maggie was sitting on the sofa with her legs folded under her, holding an almost empty glass in her hand. The day was at its end, and darkness started to creep into the room. She was so deep in thought that she didn't even register when the front door opened and closed, and Jack came into the living room. He came to sit beside her and carefully took the glass from her hand. Maggie didn't even spare him a glance. "Explain." was the only thing she said. She wanted to give him a fair shot to defend his actions.

Better safe than sorry. Emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I find Maggie mid-monologue about her ruined future. “Maggie,” I interrupt, “you’re not losing your job. I promise.” She pauses, finally noticing me. Her wide eyes scan my face and outfit as I slip on an off-shoulder cream gown with a slit running from the lap down. Matching it with pale blue heels, I accessorize with my butterfly bracelet from Damien and a crescent moon necklace. Maggie sighs in relief when all was done, her panic replaced by a radiant smile.

“What’s that?” Maggie’s hand trembled as she reached for a photo from her bag. It was an old, worn picture of a woman holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. She handed it to Elizabeth with shaking fingers. “That’s me,” Maggie said, her voice breaking. “And that… is you.” Elizabeth stared at the photo. Her lips parted slightly. "I don’t understand."