Magneto Magda Novels & Stories

But he still asked, "Why are you here?" She was still in a subdued posture, "This island is mine, I suddenly got excited today and flew over, I didn't expect to see Miss Diaz’a horse run out of control and wildly run away just after my helicopter landed, or I let my bodyguard save her." Magda had two bodyguards who stayed with her all year round. The two were top mercenaries trained by an international mysterious organization. They were two skilled assassins. Damon naturally could believe that Magda would come here.

“Hey Mags, tell Miklos about your date.” “You had a date, Magda?” Miklos lifted an eyebrow at her. “I presume not with Ares?” She grimaced, “not with Ares. I went out with a man who goes to my gym named Angelo. He spent the evening counting my calories, talking about taking over his father’s contracting business and,” she made a face, “he didn’t have anything to drink because he brought a thermos of protein shake with him.” Miklos erupted with laughter and Magda lowered her head in embarrassment. “He did not.”

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

EPISODE TWELVE •~• MAYNARD POV Immediately I dropped her at her mansion, I turned around to go but a guy flagged down my car, I scoffed and whined down the glass. " Gael? "I called in surprise and he nodded. " I'm Gael, Magnolia's friend, And I want to talk to you, Can you hear me out? "He said pleading and I sighed. " You should know you deserve no audience, You rui*ned Mag's birthday for her "I snapped and he nodded.

The door opened and Alyssa’s eyes popped out upon seeing who came in. Dressed in a purple velvety gown with golden embroidery all over, that fell to her ankles, the witch queen Magda walked in. Wearing her diamond and rubies studded crown over long black hair that fell in curls till her waist, Magda looked regal. Tall and beautiful, she looked mesmerizing. Magda’s silvery eyes scanned the room and settled on Mizette. “Mizette,” she said with stiffness in her voice. Shocked as hell, both Mizette and Tova looked at her. Tension rippled through the air.