Maggie Loud House Novels & Stories

The sister she had always outshined. She continued to run until she got to a medium sized house, with a very large compound. The windows in the house were still on. This was Maggie’s house, her best friend, the one person who would understand, who would share her anger and her hatred for Keira. Maya pounded on the door, her hands shaking, as tears filled her eyes she could barely see. She was about to knock again when the door opened and she could see Maggie preparing to leave, she was dressed in a black skimpy gown and Maya could tell she was going to a club.

Her visions have already told her what was coming, and yet she’s trying to avoid it, she’s trying so hard to avoid it but she knows she can’t for long. Knock-knock-knock!!! Maggie suddenly heard loud bangs on her door which startled the life of her. This was a secure area, and night shadow guards were always on patrol by this time, so how could they have missed sight of someone trying to break into this house? Her heart dropped. She wasn’t much of a fighter, neither did she know how to defend herself much, but she would try her best. She took slow steps to retrieve a baseball bat she’d spotted in the corner earlier, before walking towards the door, careful not to wake her daughter.

He still refused to stop trying even though she had turned down his offer a thousand times. Maggie is a biracial mid easterner whose mother is British, she grew up in London but came to settle in Maslles country because of her job. She was beautiful woman in her late twenties, she didn't wear classy clothes but always attracted the attention of the opposite sex. Seeing that Maggie wolfing down her food hurriedly , James patted her shoulder , saying, "My beautiful Maggie, please take your time."

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!”

Clinton's house is humongous but nothing compare to mine. Few teenagers are outside, sucking faces and making out. Few college guys drinking beer and smoking weed. Maggie is a shivering mess, with her legs dancing out of nervousness as she repeatedly stares behind her shoulder, as if someone is going to manhandle her. She has never been to a party before. I untie my long blonde hair, run my fingers through it and feel the length of it at my waist "Hey guys." I appear behind them and they turn around at the sound of my voice and practically squeal.

"I'm pregnant." Maggie parked in front of the eighties-era ranch house and let out a long, slow breath. She didn't want to be here. She'd have preferred scrubbing toilets at the inn or studying for the bar exam or being stuck on a transatlantic flight with the seat in front of her jammed against her knees. But she'd never been one to take the easy way out. They'd discussed the details and the options at length last night, and Claudia had made a decision. Now Maggie was here, in part, to lend her support. When she was in Claudia's place, she'd had people―Porter, Joan, her sisters. It was time to pay that forward.

"He is, indeed. Former Special Forces, very physical, if you know what I mean." Tali turned to her, wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh, I do, Mags. I really, really do." Everyone but Arkady laughed. Stick in the mud. Finally pulling up to the house, we unloaded and rushed to the door. Maggie pushed to the front, keyed in her code. "Come on in. It's crazy freezing out there and they know I'm coming in." She waved us all in. "Mags! Is that you?" Willow called from the depths of the house.

The next morning Maggie was ready early. She sat on her knees on her sofa looking out the front window waiting for Zane to drive up. I’m acting like a teenager! Maggie laughed at herself. It had been a long time since she had been excited to see a man and living in such a small town, well, to be honest, the pickings were slim even if she had been inclined to date. Just as she was about to go check her makeup in the mirror for the thousandth time that morning, she heard a deep, rumbling sound coming down the street. Her eyes widened as a black motorcycle came to a stop in front of her house.

She was draped in an absurdly expensive white fur coat, her blonde hair styled into a stiff, dangerous bob, and her eyes were fixed directly on Ciara’s table. Maggie. "Mathew," Louis’s voice dropped an octave, instantly losing its casual tone. "Maggie just bypassed the front desk. Her brother is Kenneth’s primary silent partner. We didn't trace the family connection until the Swiss wire cleared ten seconds ago. Do you want me to pull the fire alarm?" "No," I said, as I shifted my stance, my hand instinctively dropping toward the side of my jacket where my compact Glock was tucked. "Let’s see how she wants to play this."

I loosen my arms and he grabs me around the neck in a tight hug. “Thankyou Logan, I’ll take good care of it.” I promise as I release him. Now that Logan has broken the super serious atmosphere with his rainbow necklaces, Maggie insists on making hot chocolates for everyone, of course I use my favourite mug. Logan takes her seat on the couch next to me, leaning in and hugging my arm while Maggie bustles around the kitchen. She pulls a tray out of the oven. I should have known she was baking something, I mean I can smell the cookies. But her home always smells like baked goods because she bakes so often the smell basically never fades. No wonder Logan likes it here so much more than his mum’s