Maggie Khan Novels & Stories

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!"

"Happy birthday, and thank you for inviting me," She shrugged his politeness off with her wrists, "Oh, thank you for coming. I thought you wouldn't grace the occasion with your presence. I didn't even get to know about your arrival from my staff. My guests were in awe that my nephew and their godfather was here," she gushed, not even bearing me a look. Dashiell held her arm, guiding her to face me. "This is-" Maggie cut him off with a small, unfazed smile. "I know who she is. Zahra Eres Kashem. I went to business school with your father more than twenty years ago,"

I have to go there. Jahan Ali P.O.V "I think she doubts on us, Jahan " Mira said to me after I told her about Mrs. Khan visiting our company... "No, I don't think so Mira and even she doubts on me, she can't do anything about it. Don't forget that Khushi still didn't saw her parents picture. She still thinks that photograph is of her parents' but it is not.. And I know that bastard's mother will surely show Khushi their picture and Khushi will deny sweetly that they are not her parents.

“How’s it going?” Maggie stared up at the goddess of air and cloud with fondness. This was the third of four sculptures to be completed for Joe’s new restaurant, and she thought that it was maybe her favorite. This one was as graceful and curvy as the first two, but she also had a strong, sassy kind of tilt to her head and hips. She looked like a bit of a kickass apsara, actually, not even a tiny bit demure or shy. In fact, she had the bearing and dignity of a fighter and a survivor.

Katherine decisively told a middle-aged woman with bleach blonde hair who was reading a copy of Vogue magazine laid out on her desk. The women's clothes were tight and too revealing for a school administrator, especially one of her age and her skin was of sickly orange colour that was the obvious result of too much tanning. She looked Katherine up and down in a disdainful manner before turning her attention back to her magazine blowing Katherine off completely. Katherine sighed in irritation. She really did not have time for this Katherine slipped her backpack off her shoulders and slammed it loudly on top of the women's magazine. The woman jumped back a little and surprised her mouth, openi

I asked them, and they shook their heads gently. "No," Thane said, seeming unsurprised, "but she's Maggie." Finn and Cole nodded as though that explained it completely, "She always knows," Finn said, "It's just her thing." I frowned at them slightly, "How though? Doesn't it bother you sometimes?" I asked, and Thane shrugged. "She's never misused anything she knows that she shouldn't," he said calmly, "As I said before, people just open up to her. It's how she is."

"Let’s see how she wants to play this." Maggie didn't hesitate. She marched straight to Table Four, her shadow falling over Ciara’s beautiful yellow dress. She didn't look at Kenneth. She looked down at Ciara with a smirk that was dripping with pure, unadulterated venom. "Well, well," Maggie scoffed "I was told Kenneth he was meeting with a rising star, but I didn't realise he was funding an amnesiac charity case who can't even remember what she did to her own family."

Xyla Quest and the others looked toward where the sound had come from, but she could not see anything as there were too many people around her. Soon, people began stepping aside to make way for the woman. A tearful, middle-aged woman, who stood at the end of the crowd, appeared before Xyla. She recognized this woman as Maggie Carlton, a leukemia expert who once disparaged Xyla on Weibo. Maggie had been less than kind in her comments about Xyla previously, calling her out for being a terrible capitalist and a liar.

Must have come here after I left. “Hey guys.” “Thomas, you finally decided to join us.” “We were about to have fun without you.” “Well I’m here now.” “And not alone I see.” “Everyone, this is Emma. My childhood best friend.” “Hi.” “Hey. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maggie.” Maggie had long brown hair that curled at the end. I could tell by her tone and smile that she was an optimistic person. She likes to think positively. “And right there is Shawn.”

“Couldn’t Death just tell you why I’m blessed?” Zane laughs. “That would be too easy, Pet. I’ve made arrangements for us to see Mags tomorrow.” “Will you be okay seeing her, and how do you think she can help me?” I ask, finishing the last of my wine. “I can handle Mags, she’s something else, and you will see what I mean tomorrow. She’s isn’t scary. Honestly, she’s mostly harmless. Mags is a shitty mom, and there is a reason she gave me up to Zara. Mags is a psychic witch. She can read people and their auras and tell what someone's intentions are. She can see a person's future or find a lost person, and she can do a lot. It makes sense that she will help you, although I’m unsure how she can.