Maggie Moves On Novels & Stories

For a few seconds, no one said anything, and we were all looking silently at each other. “Would you like something to drink?” granny asked as she stood up. only then I realised that the fridge was moved to the side and there was a secret closed door behind. I furrowed my brows and stared at it Noticing my stare, Mia cleared her throat and came in front of me saying in sadness: “Kevin is not staying Granny. He will leave now” I looked back at her and asked: “can we talk for a while?” wiping the tears with the back of her hand, she walked out of the kitchen saying: “There is nothing to talk about”

I want to find out who she is, but something in me was also saying to stay away. Just when I finished fiddling with my outfit, I heard crashing down stairs. I jumped and my instincts took over. I rush down the stairs, my mom was on the ground, a broken vase was on the floor next to her. A blue fire ball was floating in front of Mr. Frank. The guy looked shocked. His eyes where white and his mouth was open. Sil was knocked out cold next to my dad. Mrs. Frank and Tracy were side by side passed out on the couch. I was paralyzed. I felt my hesitation. I didn’t know what to do.

But right now, survival is all that matters. After Mia is tucked in, Megra and I retreat to the small living room. Liza and Celia each find a room to put their things. The silence between us is thick, filled with unspoken fears. Megra sits close to me on the couch, her hand slipping into mine. Her touch is warm, a small comfort in this sea of uncertainty. “We can’t stay here forever,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know,” I reply, squeezing her hand. “Just until we figure out our next move.”

Carly was refilling her tea mug in the kitchen, but she paused as I approached, arching a brow. “Want one?” she asked, lifting the kettle. “Sure.” I leaned against the counter. “I meant to ask earlier. Where’s Maggie now?” Carly poured the water slowly, like she was buying herself time. “She left,” she said. “A few weeks back. After the summit attack.” “She didn’t tell you where she was going?” “She didn’t have to,” Carly said quietly. “But I know her. She’s not hiding. She’s watching.” “Watching who?”

Maggie finally regained consciousness the next afternoon. She found Gina and Xavier waiting by her bed. Feeling touched, she wrapped Gina in an embrace. The mother and daughter cried and cried after the close brush with death yesterday. Xavier thought he must be feeling emotional because he was getting old. He shed a few tears but quickly wiped them away. As an uncle figure to Maggie, he resolved to keep a tough exterior.

"Aunty Maggie had a stability that was unmatched. She went through rough personal things, I know she did even though she didn't talk about it. She dedicated her whole life to giving and helping others without expecting anything in return. She never talked about where she came from but I knew it wasn't the greatest background. I knew she was helping everyone out partly because she didn't have anyone to help her out when she desperately needed it. She turned a tragic situation of herself into a magical one for others. I know there's a special place in heaven just for her. She was truly heaven sent." I feel my heart breathe a sigh of serenity. I can feel it forgiving me. I know I have too many

"Shut the fuck up princess. This isn't some bullshit photo shoot" I heard a woman in heels walk behind me and grab my hair as she yanked my head back to look me in the eyes. It was...Maggie... "Miss me?" She asked as she breathes heavily on my face. "What are you doing Maggie?" I squealed. She slapped my cheek and grabbed my face "shut the fuck up. Talk only when I tell you to" I whimpered as she slapped me again. "That's right. How does it fucking feel? You got up and fucking left me with rent to pay. Didn't even ask if it was okay"

“Daniel doesn’t seem like he’s interested in relationships. All he cares about are experiments.” “Don’t be so sure, Maggie,” she teased, dipping her tea bag one last time. “People aren’t always what they seem.” Her voice softened as she stared into the cup. “I had a long day too. The bookshop was packed. I think I’ll head to bed early… but I’m off tomorrow. If you want to vent and grab drinks, let me know.” I smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.” As she stood to head toward her room, I watched her for a moment, feeling that familiar sense of comfort I always felt around her.

The horn faded into the stillness. Only the snow kept moving — fine white powder sifting down from the ridge above as something enormous shifted its weight. Daryl’s voice was low. “It’s not alone.” Killian’s grip on his magic tightened, the shadows eager and restless. “I killed one of those things in the breach.” “That,” Daryl said, drawing both blades in a single, fluid motion, “was a pup.” The ridge split apart like a curtain.

it affected me. It made me stop in my tracks and come to terms with the shit show now had to deal with. Maeve had left me.