Maggie Glass Novels & Stories

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

he asked. Maggie leaned against the counter, letting her cleavage spill out of her dress. "Surprise me," she purred. Hank chuckled and poured her a shot of whiskey. Maggie downed it in one gulp and slammed the glass back onto the counter. "Another," she demanded. Hank obliged, pouring her another shot. Maggie took her time with this one, savoring the burn as it slid down her throat. She glanced around the bar again, her eyes settling on a tall, dark-haired werewolf sitting in the corner. He caught her gaze and flashed her a smouldering grin.

She dug a hundred dollar bill out of her purse and passed it over. In the back of her mind, Maggie's voice chided her that this whole thing was a foolish indulgence. She poured two fingers of whiskey into the glass and downed it in one, fast shot. The real Maggie would have plenty to say later. Athena sure as shit wasn't going to be lectured right now. She deserved this one night to fall the hell apart and mourn the torpedoing of her career.

We then continued to his room. "Hey lovebirds!" We turned around to find Maggie rushing towards us in a crop top, jeans and knee length boots. Her hair bobbing up and down as she rushed towards us. "Maggie!" I said gently, excited to see her. "Good morning." "Good morning sweetheart." She smiled at me and turned to look at Mauris, her cleavage on full display because her crop top could barely contain her large breasts. "Why does Mauris look like he had just seen a ghost?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

*Maggie* I stand in front of the doctor who saved me from the mental institution and blink furiously to clear my eyes. My lashes feel thick and sticky and I rub at them furiously trying to either wake myself up or free my poor eyelids of the feeling of stiffness that settles in. I groan in frustration when my eyes water and I try yet again to blink through the heavy lids of my eyes. I can’t explain how I know who is in front of me other than, I just know. It could be her scent or perhaps the blurry shape I can perceive through my gooey eyes.

The flute brought back unpleasant memories once again, but I pushed it to the back of my mind as I greeted her. Maggie wore a blue halter dress that reached her knees and flared at the waist. It had tiny crystals all over that glittered in the light. Stunning, but not overly done. I would've thought that the color wouldn't have matched her flaming hair, but in fact it did and she looked just gorgeous. "Hey." I smiled at her as she reached me. "Thanks for coming." "Wouldn't have missed it for the world." Maggie grinned at me. "I've always heard the MacGyver's gave a stunning party. Oh, I heard you'll be breaking your seal today!"

She could always count on Maggie to come to any occasion prepared! Maggie wasn’t sure what the expression was on her best friend’s face as she snatched open the screen door and grabbed Dani in a hug. “Come on! I’ve brought libations to get us through this,” Maggie said, dragging Dani along behind her to the kitchen. Maggie eyed the empty wine bottle and the jelly glasses with a horrified expression. “Really, Dani Lynn Davis, not even real wine glasses?” Dani tried her best not to smirk and look contrite as Maggie pulled 2 stemless wine glasses out of her tote and unwrapped them from their protective newspaper. She placed the glasses and a bottle of Moscato and a bottle of Cuervo Gold on the

because her face had splashes of acrylic paint. "Hey, Maggie, which one are you painting? The one you drew or your face?" she asked her. Fellow students looked at Maggie and they also chuckled. Maggie quickly snatched the mirror from the pocket of her jeans. This is one of her habits, wherever she goes she carries a mirror. Even Maggie laughed to herself when she saw her face in the mirror. Her face was full of a splash of acrylic paint. There was black paint in the middle between her eyebrows. Maggie stood up and stepped closer to the glass window.

We were seated at the dining booth and there were occupied tables so they were distracting and totally covering us, especially Khloe. "Hi, strange to see you here," Maggie initiated a conversation. "Y-Yeah," I responded, forcing a smile. "Strange." "Do you have company?" she asked, glancing at the glass of refresher Khloe forgot to take under the table with her. Stupid! I grabbed the glass and sipped from the straw. "No, I'm alone." She gave me a skeptical gaze with her dark eyes but eventually brushed it off because technically, she had to mind her own business.