Novel & Cerita Magnolia Clean

Of course, he would choose such a person over me. Ah…I am doing it again. “Becky!” Magnolia calls warmly from across the room; well, it sounds warm to anyone who has never been on her naughty list, but for the locals like me, her tone holds a familiar irksomeness that makes the use of Rebecca’s nickname feel demeaning. The perfume Magnolia bears is floral, sweet and luxurious. Why the hell do I have to smell like cherry juice at such a time? “Priestess, if you do not mind my asking, how do you know my cousin.”

If it is not perfect, you will answer for it. – Margaret Ryleigh swallowed the lump in her throat and folded the letter neatly back into the envelope. “Of course,” she whispered, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter as she moved. No time for eggs. Not even coffee. Margaret’s threats always had a way of draining the appetite. She gathered cleaning supplies from the storage closet just off the laundry room—disinfectants, rags, polish, a new set of plush towels, fresh linens, and a basket for any laundry—and then made her way to the Alpha’s wing.

She braces herself for the sight that awaits her—a table soiled with vomit, an unpleasant reminder of the excesses of the night. Summoning her inner strength, Rose pushes past the distractions and focuses on the task before her. She retrieves cleaning supplies from a nearby station, attempting to block out the noise and the overwhelming energy of the club. With practiced efficiency, she begins to meticulously clean the mess, determined to complete the task with grace and professionalism.

Melanie had an evil smirk on her face and before we could process what that could imply, smoke filled the wrong street and we could barely see for a minute. Queen Morgana cleared the smoke and I saw Melanie figure disappearing around a corner. “Damn it! She’s towards the main city.” I exclaimed. Morgana turned to me. “Follow her.” She ordered. “And you too, Megan.” “What about you?” Mom asked. “I’ll come right after you.” She shot her a forced smile as she glanced at her injured husband. “There’s something I need to get.” She stated as she teleported over to Morgan, who lay unconscious.

Margaux carefully placed the coffee on the table in front of Wilma and quickly dashed out of the house. She hasn't washed her face nor combed her hair yet, but she didn't dare doing so after making coffee and went straight to the pool area to clean it to avoid getting scolded again. “Drain the water and brush the whole pool with a sponge. Make sure each tile is immaculately clean or I will tell it to Hendrix that you disobey me,” Wilma threatened. Margaux gasped as her heart sank. Just by looking at the ten feet swimming pool, she already feel exhausted and drained. What more after she cleaned it all alone just by using a freaking sponge?

She had around four to five black plastic bags in her hands, which surprised Logan and Liam vehemently. Liam was stunned. Magnolia appeared elegant and dignified on the surface, but surprisingly, she created so much garbage in that small car. "Logy, I'm in a hurry to leave. Help me get rid of the rubbish. I'm running out of time, so I randomly stuffed the rubbish into the bags. You have to look at them carefully when you're throwing them. I heard that Little Xeottect has started waste classification. You're in such a state now. Don't let others give you a fine just because of throwing rubbish." While speaking, Magnolia stuffed the bags of rubbish into Logan's hands.

She states, walking away from the door. I’m surprised when we walk in. It’s clean. Holy shit, did Mags actually clean up her cottage? Ghost and Liam look equally surprised. Ghost shuts the door as we walk in further to the clean cottage. It’s actually a nice cottage now that it’s all cleaned up. I don’t see Mags doing this herself. If she did, then things are worse than I thought. Mags is a known hoarder, and it's got to be bad for her to clean things up. Suddenly I’m a bit more anxious about this meeting. I knew it would be bad, but now I fear I’ve underestimated the situation again.

* Lawrence * The Magnolia's private wing was the kind of luxury most people only saw on glossy magazine pages or high-end real estate ads they'd never afford. The kind of place where time slowed, and even the silence had polish. The floors were imported marble, white with thin veins of gold like nature had tried its hand at elegance. The walls held original artwork commissioned by painters who wouldn't take calls from museums unless they offered seven digits. And the windows, the windows, they stretched from floor to ceiling, swallowing the sun, the sea, and sometimes, if you weren't careful, your sense of perspective.

I could feel Earl watching me, probably waiting for a response, but I offered him none. Sensing my silence, he followed the direction of my stare. “Oh… a magnolia tree?” Earl added, realization dawning in his voice as he lifted his head to look up at the towering tree. Before us stood a tall, majestic magnolia tree, its trunk rising proudly from the forest floor. Its bark was rough and sturdy, yet its branches stretched outward with undeniable elegance. And among those vibrant leaves bloomed clusters of magnificent flowers. “Are you going to pick flowers again for Lady Lila?” Earl asked.

The Magna had made a force soo strong on the ground, that it didn't let me fall. On the contrary, I could see that there were no leaves or stone on the place where the Magna was pointing at. All the leaves have been pushed away and the floor was so clean that it appeared as someone had mopped it. 'Wh-What the hell did just happened?' I asked no one in particular. 'I told you didn't I? Your panicking will only increase your power's desire to protect you and things will turn bad if you don't control them correctly.' Carla said.