Margo Kess Novels & Stories

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

Kane asked, eyeing her mischievously. “Nothing.” Margo said, backing away from Kane as he approached her. “Either you tell me or there will be consequences.” Kane chuckled, approaching her with slow steps. Margo’s eyes darted around the room as she looked for an escape route. She held up both hands as she looked around. There was a space large enough for her to squeeze past Maribell and Kane. The question was would she be able to squeeze past them without Kane catching her. Margo looked at the three of them and hung her head and sighed. When Kane smirked triumphantly Margo sprinted towards the space between them. The second Kane made a move to stop her she darted to her left dropping to the

"So Sylvia how about we have some of that Korean Barbeque place delivered. I how know they're your favorite." "That's your favorite. Mine's the Italian place." "Oh... So you do want Korean Barbeque." "Why do I work for you?" Everyone was trying not to laugh listening to Dane and Sylvia's departing conversation. Leaving a crowd smiling around poor Margo who stood silent her face burning up, turning as red as a tomato. She had completely forgotten about Sophie after the club got caught up in the whirlwind of craziness. ... "Alright let's go." Margo replied holding out her hand as she walked through the bar's door. Sophie happily took her hand and began dragging her towards the doors.

Or my subconsciousness. Margo has a solution. I couldn't be happier. I didn't want to tread on the wrong route. “We have to be strategic about it,” Margo said. None of us laughed. She was serious. I just watched, with clear eyes. “I'll go… with two of my men.” Bruno raised a hand, his voice sharp and clear. I didn't doubt him, for unknown reasons. Since Skai trusts him, I do too. “Can you do it? I don't want Skai to return there.” Margo turned to him, a flicker of worry in her eyes.

She didn’t like seeing him with someone else and definitely not with these smug looking women who were acting all high and mighty hiding behind Alastor as if she hadn’t been enjoying the spectacle before her. “Oh no I am fine, I am just a little shy around Miss Yaretzi since she is so beautiful,” Margo weakly said, putting a hand on Alastor’s arm to garner his attention. For the past one week every time that they came in Margo would make it a point to somehow touch Alastor before her and show just how much closer she was to him than Vevina was. “Oh it’s alright you don't need to mind her,” Alastor said and then glancing once towards Vevina he looked back at Margo and said, “You are beautiful

“Margo, what are you doing here?” Madison asked. Margo was full of smiles, dressed decently in a long designer pleated dress, looking stunning. She and Madison lived together in the new mansion she purchased for Sebastian. She even insisted that Madison drive one of the luxury cars to the office but had not informed the latter that she would be coming to her office. This made her intentions suspicious to Madison. Margo’s attention was only focused on Ezrah. The man was aging like fine wine, making her blush at the sight of him.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

I don’t want to run into them, either. “Kaitlyn, have you seen the drawings for the retirement home project?” I glance over at Margo. We’ve been working together for four years at the town’s one and only landscaping company and have become good friends both in and out of the office. While I grew up here, Margo is a transplant and two years older than my thirty years. “I just filed them. I can pull them out again if you’d like?” I’m sure the paper cut I received putting them in there won’t have a problem reminding me of its existence.

Was not something he ever bypassed. Margo swept out into the foyer in a heavy cloud of Chanel No 9 as soon as the elevator doors opened, like a breath of fresh air, ever-ready with her professional smile and attractive body wrapped in Christian Dior tailoring. She had served him well for years and was the temple of cool and efficient he was looking for in a new assistant. He needed a new Margo to replace her or this was just never going to work in the long run. Previous temporary assistants had either been useless or tried like crazy to fuck him, and he didn’t ever cross work with play. He knew what he was looking for and he hoped to hell she was right with this one, he was in no mood for an

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.