Margarita Schuyler Novels & Stories

“Also not me.” Adrian continues. “Victor Salazar.” The room grows colder. “And?” “Eduardo Valez.” My breath catches. “My father?” Marcus whistles quietly. “That would be awkward.” Adrian finishes the list. “And one more.” The silence stretches. “Who?” I ask. Adrian looks directly at me. “Margaret Lawson.” The name hits me like a sudden drop. Margaret Lawson. Adrian’s executive assistant. The woman who has been working beside him for years. The woman who always seemed calm. Loyal. Efficient.

There were scribbles in the margins—dates, names of small towns, and a series of question marks next to her start date. I looked at her age. She was twenty-eight. I looked at her mother’s name in the emergency contact section: **Elena Scott**. Philip had been digging into Margaret’s life, and shortly after, he ended up dead. I looked at the address listed for her family home. It was a small village deep in the woods of upstate New York, about a two-hour journey from the city. I pulled out my phone and searched the location. It was a tiny, isolated community.

If he did, we had him. As I sat there, my mind drifted. I recalled the night Lyca surprised me by coming on to me at a party another woman I know was giving. For some reason I remembered another time a woman surprised me. It happened when I was in college. The woman's name was Katrina Margulies and she was the attractive young wife of one of my professors. A slim, attractive blonde, she was quite a bit younger than her husband, who happened to be my faculty advisor. None of the guys could figure out what she saw in Professor Margulies, and she always acted very cool and aloof toward us. We called her the "ice princess," because of the way she treated us. Then, one night, I attended a recepti

Sherly blinked a little at the Yunifer question. She then remembered that Yunifer had lost her memory. Sherly smiled graciously at Yuriel as she introduced herself. “Since you have amnesia, I’ll introduce myself once again.” She extends her hand to Yuriel. “My name is Sherly Kindle. I am a childhood friend and Gilren neighbor. Now I work as secretary of Aleandro.” Yuriel raised her ear to the woman’s complete introduction. Obviously wanted to show a close relationship with Aleandro to made her jealous or maybe felt threatened.

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

-Yes, honey, by all means call, I still want to know what's going on too -so I tried to call. -Wow... he still doesn't answer, Alex, it's amazing that he's still sleeping. -Come on, hand me that cell phone, I'll call it myself," he took it and apparently he was successful since they had answered. -Put her on the phone, I want to talk to her," I took it and a woman answered, "Yes, can I speak to Mrs. Maria? This is Margarita, Margaret's mother, she called from New York, she wanted to know about her, I've been calling for days and she still doesn't answer.

"I mean, your Luna shocked us all, if anything I should be the one mad at you for not telling me that she had werewolf blood in her." I looked at her. Her demeanour and her words contradicted Jeremy and Elisa's words. "Did you meet with my cousin?" I finally asked her. "Maxwell Murray? I did run into him a couple of times. Why? Is there a problem?" She answered. I followed her reaction and it was innocent and not a stutter she made. "And the lady, Maya? Did you meet with her?"

she added while earnestly staring at Margaret. "Surely the entire family has already bestowed their approval with Chairman Lucien Wright's presence with the eldest and his supposed wife" she continues to make her see reasons. Margaret Lee is among the hopeful women in the company dreaming of being noticed by the most eligible bachelor in the world, Lucas Alexander Wright. Since she established her career at WGC she had her eyes on him. She was twenty-seven back then. Until now, six years later, she has never been involved with anyone with the hope of being noticed by the handsome firstborn heir.

“But I don’t think she’s real. So do I can’t believe that the woman in my dreams caused me to stop having sexual and emotional contact with women,” Felix said then shook his head. “I can’t get her out of my mind ever since.” He finished and drove the car once again. “But what if she is real?” Taylor asked. “If she is, I’ll make her mine. And mine alone.” They drove to Primo Luna and handed them the drive left immediately so that they could go home in Nuella Sangre.