Maggie's Sister On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"I can't believe how big she's getting." "Growing like a weed. I think she's going to end up tall, like Flynn. Aren't you, my little string bean?" She stroked a finger over Bailey's downy black hair. Maggie sank down onto the edge of the bed. "I wanted to talk to you for a bit." Pru automatically reached to stroke Bailey's back in comfort. "Okay." Maggie hated that her sister's immediate thought was that it was something bad. But hopefully she could rectify that. "I wanted to thank you."

I nodded, smiling thankfully at her. Maggie walked back to her room to finally give me some space and alone time. Just like her Aunt, she’s a very nice woman and a down to earth person. I could see a bit of resemblance between them physically. Maggie is probably an inch or two shorter than me and her long hair was bleached with its grown black roots. Just like her, I’m hoping we could be friends eventually…

I watch as Susan inches the dildos forward until she's pressed up against Maggie's ass cheeks and both dildos are completely buried inside Maggie's twin openings. "Oh fuck!" Maggie sighs, bracing herself against the back of the couch as Susan starts working the double penetrater in and out. I watch my sister's ass cheeks clench as she thrusts forward picking up her rhythm and pounding hard into Maggie's ass and pussy. I'm so mesmerized by the sight of my sister fucking Maggie with the double penetrator that I don't hear Mom walk up behind me. Slipping her arms around my waist, she presses her naked body firmly against my back.

My mom nodded, "we’ve met at parties a few times. Maggie, you are looking more and more like your mother each year. Beautiful." Maggie blushed, "Luna Angelina, good to see you." We all went inside the packhouse, and I saw Maggie look around. I couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling. This pack had only held bad memories for her mother. We sat down at the table, and Omegas were coming in to serve us food. Some of the older ones gasped when they saw Maggie. "Ariel?" one asked, surprised. Maggie shook her head, "I’m her daughter."

I suppose, it doesn’t make me a criminal but an accomplice. Oh dear heavens, why did Christian go through with this? I’m his sister, didn’t he claim to want to protect me? How was he going to do that, as he had just broken Maggie’s heart? And as long as she’s in pain, I am too. Maggie has become like a daughter to me; I see myself in her, and, really, right now, I just can’t bear it.

I had thought she was bluffing until murderous intent glinted in her eyes. Retreating desperately, I tried to reason. "I've never wanted to compete with you. Can't we just coexist peacefully?" But she was too far gone to listen. "My dear sister, I'll honor your memory after you're gone. After all, no one has ever truly loved you." Blood dripped from my wounds as I gawked at the blade protruding from my body—wielded by my sister. I started to question my life's worth. What in the world was real?

“Ruby, I’m talking to you! Your husband is so rich. It’s fine if he lends some money to Liam!” Wendy saw that I was not answering her, so she moved to strike me. “Hey, stop fighting! You’re sisters.” My mother pulled Wendy aside and coaxed her. Then, she dragged me into the kitchen. “Ruby, she’s your younger sister. Just throw her a lifejacket, we can’t just let her suffer like that.” I sneered and recalled the night my first child had a high fever in the past. It was raining heavily, and I had walked to the hilltop mansion and begged Wendy to give me some money so I could bring my child to a doctor.

I tried to pull back, but her grip tightened just enough to stop me. “You’ve been avoiding him all night,” she teased lightly. Avoiding him? If only she knew. My feet felt heavy as she led me forward, each step bringing me closer to the one person I never wanted to stand in front of again. My pulse roared in my ears. Maybe he’ll pretend. Maybe he’ll act like nothing happened. Please… just act like nothing happened. We stopped. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “this is my sister,” she said warmly. “I told you about her.”

my heart races at the thought of any new information. “Oh, me?” he says, his brows shooting up. “No. No. I’m uh. I am here. Axel said that…” “Dad,” Maggie whispers. She turns to look up at Axel, and he gives her a small frown. Obviously using the mind link to talk. After a minute, Maggie nods her head and moves toward her father. “Let’s go have that meal that Axle promised dad.” “I brought your sister… If you wanted to meet her?” He asks, and Maggie’s face lights up.

I, too, was very happy for my older sister, because she certainly deserved the best after her not-so-good experiences, especially the last ones. Mom also moved to London to be closer to us and she visited our house regularly, although due to the closer distance visited Margareth more often, but I didn't hold it against her, in the end mom lost contact with Maggie for a longer time and they certainly both had to make up for this time. As for our neighbors, the Wilson's, they also met with the rest of our family, being even happier when they found out about our wonderful reunion. Overall, together with them, we now create one, quite large and cheerful community, despite the fact that there are