Maggie Loud House Novels & Stories

"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

he answered. They arrived at the Nortgen hill two hours later and found a green house there just as Judah had mentioned, it didn’t look like a regular house but a witch’s lair. Livey knocked on the door and Maggie opened it, “Livey” she called her name surprised. “Maggie” Livey was astonished, who would have thought that she would meet the witch who had been her mother’s friend in the Peach moon pack. “It’s so nice to see you again” they hugged each other leaving Newton confused.

Leon muttered as he watched the housekeeper go. “I won’t. So many things going on in this house,” Maggie said under her breath as she headed for the stairs. Up on the first floor, as she opened the door to Jayden’s room with one hand, she wondered what that horrible groaning noise was. Inside, the bed was a mess, but Alex was nowhere in sight. That sickening groan was getting worse. “Miss Alex?” Maggie called. More grunting and groaning. “Oh dear,” Maggie muttered as she put the tray on the bedside table and rushed over to the bathroom. She saw Alex bending over the toilet bowl.

he whispered. I swatted his chest. “We have guests.” --- The party was in full swing. Maggie, now the life of the gathering, had Lian looking mildly horrified while the boys doted on her. Maybe I should hire strippers—Maggie was widowed, after all. Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself? When she finally shivered, the boys rushed to help, her nurse bundling her in a thick robe. “I’m so glad you’re having fun,” I said as she clasped my hands.

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.

Kim thought until she heard the lady say to her, “come with me,” Margaret said and Kim was confused. “Come with you? To where?” Kim asked looking at Landon. “Go with her, so you waste more time at home.” Landon started coldly and Kim scoffed. She looked at Margaret who was still smiling widely and sighed. “So where are we going?” Kim asked throwing her hands in the air. “Follow me,” Margaret responded walking up the stairs. Kim looked at Landon and saw he was so into his phone.