Maggie Lawson Bikini Novels & Stories

Things remain a little tense with Michael, but thankfully it’s time for me to go and check in with Maggie and see what my duties are today, so, I politely excuse myself and race off to the kitchen where Maggie is commanding her army. Maggie is 5’8” with military posture, shoulder-length dark brown layered hair, a stern face with kind cocoa eyes and dark caramel skin. She always dresses in a professional manner, so she’s wearing a long-sleeved nude-pink satin blouse tucked into high-waisted dark brown slacks with shoes with the tiniest heels I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how to describe them, I’m not a fashion expert, but I can at least tell they match her blouse.

We will all get dressed up and eat and dance and at the height of the moon, Axel will pull names from the omegas in attendance and he will change their lives forever by giving them a wolf. Maggie is here to get ready with me and Gwen–whenever she shows up that is. She is already twenty minutes late. Liam hands me the box of shoes and gives me one more kiss before he saunters out of the closet and I hear him sending Maggie in to find me. My eyes go wide when I see the entourage of people she brought with her. “Uh… are we having the party in here?” I ask her and she chuckles. “I don’t really know how to do hair or makeup,” Maggie admits. “I mean I can do basic makeup but updos and fancy winged

When it was time to pick out the clothes, Maggie only went with the bright colors like red and white, leaving the dulls one to Amelia. She even thought that Amelia would definitely complain, but to her disappointments, she did not say anything. Even Axel did not stop her. Feeling superior, she looked at Amelia with a smug face. ‘Let us wait and see how you will look in that disgusting black dress. I will make sure that I take all the limelight away from you, bitch.’ Maggie thought. Both Amelia and Axel were thinking about the same thing. ‘Just pick whatever you want. Even if you want to take the photos naked, it is up to you. Just make sure you don’t cry later when the magazine is released a

Maggie was standing there. She was wearing jeans, those brown boots that he knew she loved, and an oversized white shirt with three-quarter sleeves. Her dark brown hair was loose and shining, tumbling down her back in wild curls, her nose was as adorably freckled as he remembered, and she was wearing no makeup at all. She was simply the most beautiful, breathtaking thing he’d ever seen, and he stared at her, wondering if he was just imagining her.

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.

“Honestly, I didn’t know he had it in him. I knew he was a great guy, and friend, but never saw him as a romantic. I told you he was treating you differently than all the Barbie bimbos he’s dated in the past.” Maggie took the card back and carefully tucked it into the side pocket of one of her bags. Her spine straightened and a smile she thought may be stuck on her lips forever bloomed on her face. “Well, then. Time to get ready.” Forty-five minutes later, Maggie stood in front of the large picture windows backlit by stars in her pink dress and the heels that still gave her palpitations about walking in them. Her hair was pulled back into a French twist and her only jewelry was a gold lariat

No one knows I’m a hidden mafia princess. Maria stepped forward, hands folded neatly in front of her,” Would you need anything, miss?” Maggie's head snapped towards her.” Food.” Raina sighed.” Maggie.” “No seriously,” Maggie said.” I skipped lunch. This is an emergency.” Maria nodded once, unruffled.” Any preference?” Maggie brightened.” Something sweet. Something salty. Maybe fruits. And water. Cold, with lemon water if you have it.” Maggie blabbered on and I watched her silently.

I had never done any gardening growing up, but Amy Cook-Burfield had gotten me started a few years back as a way to fill time during the summer months, and even if it was more bother than it was probably worth for the food, there was a satisfaction to be had in it. Then again, I was presently learning that there was a great deal more satisfaction to be had in watching my sexy, busty MILF of a neighbor do it for me, clad only in a bikini that was too skimpy by far to be bending over like that. Megan had exchanged her casual outfit for an American flag bikini, a blue star over her right breast, red and white stripes on her left and on the bottoms. The first and only time I'd seen her wearing i

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.

Maggie was wearing her most elegant dress, a deep blue one, with sleeves that reached her elbows and a skirt that came to just below her knees. The neckline was also decently placed, it showed nothing more than her collar bone. She pulled her hair into a low bun, not too constricting, but enough to look more put together.