Maggie Mcgivern Novels & Stories

“I’m all done, Miss Maeve.” Maggie’s sudden interruption was the greatest blessing I could have asked for in that moment. I turned to greet her, thankful for her presence. Approaching with a basket full of produce and a few hunks of wrapped meat, she stared curiously at Sarah. “Do you know this woman?” Maggie asked me. I bit my lip. “She…” Sarah looked astonished. “Unbelievable,” she scoffed with a grin. “He even assigned you a babysitter to ensure you don’t run away?”

‘And we have to forgive Omem and the others as well. ‘Hm.’ It didn't sound very convinced. She felt the pain it all had caused him. Maddie had shared the green magic of the tree with him and it was as if it allowed her to tap into his feelings. ‘I love you dearly, Raven McGregor. And I am convinced that Omem had good reason to do, which she did. That she believed it any way because she loves you too Raven! ‘ He didn't look at her, his steel-blue eyes stared into the distance, as if he saw memories there that hurt him.

Maggie walked over to the side to check her make-up in the mirror, filling in her lips with lipstick as she asked her sisters around her, "Eh, do you remember that client Alice met the other day?" "Yeah, a rich old white guy, that bitch Alice was bragging to me about it for ages." The voluptuous Rita chimed in. She was a transsexual, the most popular siren in Super Buck three years ago, but now no one wants to touch her except for a few regulars, "What happened to the old man? What's wrong with that old man? He doesn't want her anymore? Hey Maggie, don't go!" "I'm going on stage, ask Sabina!" Maggie picked the curtain backstage and went out.

The name off the woman finally clicks in her brain, so she ends up saying, “And I’m guessing Miss Paris Maguire is doing the same, huh.” Paris Maguire is more than just a trophy wife. Besides being married to one of the most influential neurologists in the city, she’s an award-winning actress and creator of her own makeup line who has business with the Montenegro’s. She only knows this because she proudly mentioned this to her when they first met. She looks a little too undressed for someone whose husband is currently saving lives on the other side of the country. The pieces add up when Antonio—who’s just as bare as she is—sends Ariana a challenging stare.

I said matter-of-factly, voice deep and unwavering. Maggie is a woman ghoul—tall, with a pale, almost translucent complexion, “Maggie was made to be her helper. It’s no big deal.” Don used his hands to show me how big Rain’s wet and soapy breast was. “That’s a very bad thing you did. You probably scared her half to death.” “Grr, Grr”

All three girls swung their curious gazes over. “Um, Maggie is it?” Trixie asked. Maggie released a breath and dumped the peeled potatoes into a large pan. “Yep.” “So, working here must be somethin’ right?” Trixie asked. “Maggie rolled her eyes. “I suppose. I make beds, sweep and cook. It’s not that glamorous really.” “But…DAYUM! The Kincade men, don’t you even see how HOT they are?” Maggie knew her face just heated up. “I suppose.” Her two word answer was all she could stand to say.

Then there was Maggie—an hour and a half late with her gift wrapped up in a Target sack. "Oh! You must be Myalin," Maggie said excitedly as she entered the kitchen where the rest of us were gathered and talking about our love lives. Maggie rushed over and shook Myalin's hand aggressively, a sweet but overzealous smile plastered on her face. "It's so nice to finally meet you! I'm so glad that our girl has someone like you to keep her company at work. Especially with the love drama—"

Maggie called from the dining room. I led the women into the small dining area, each step heavier than the last. I knew Maggie would be understanding, my mate had returned to me, but it didn’t ease the guilt consuming my thoughts. Maggie pressed on, acting as a generous hostess, placing plates loaded down with hash browns, pancakes, and sausages before us before taking her own seat. “You must be Lucas’s mate.” She smiled, turning to Selene. “I’m thrilled to finally meet you. I’m Maggie. Your mate has been quite hospitable to my children and I since I lost my mate.”

Maggie asked headed for the door. She opened it and was shocked to see two old women in an ancient apparel. "Sharon we got some grand mummies here." Maggie said. One of the women snapped her finger and a force threw Maggie away causing her to crash on the table scattering it to pieces. "What do i have with you women?" Maggie said staggering to her feet. The other woman clinched her fist and Maggie couldn't breath as she felt an invisible hand choking her. She Dropped to her knees coughing out blood.

I applied for any and all that I could. I quickly skim the email, looking to see who sent it. The email was sent from a work account, and the name Maggie Mount is at the bottom as an e-signature. Once I get to the table next to Father, I enter her name in a G****e search. “Holy shit,” I say out loud, earning a nasty look from the uptight nurse passing by. Maggie’s made quite the name for herself, and she’s younger than me. I find her on I*******m and creep through her photos. She has a baby and it looks like she’s either married or engaged to a doctor. I already hate her.