Novel & Cerita Margo Kess

Footsteps faded, and suddenly it was just us in that endless corridor. My heart kicked against my ribs. We rounded a corner into a quieter section. Windows overlooked the gardens. No one was there. No witnesses. Klaus’s grip shifted to my wrist, and he pulled me sideways, pinning me against the wall between two portraits. His body blocked any escape route. “What the hell are you doing here, Margaux?” I kept my voice steady, detached. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Don’t—” “I was Princess Celeste.” I met his eyes through the veil. “Soon to be your stepmother. And I’d appreciate it if you let me go. This is highly disrespectful.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

She was dying to press those boundaries. Margo had never been a shy girl. She was perfectly comfortable in her skin and she knew how appealing she could present herself to be. She liked being able to manipulate both the men and women around her to get what she wanted out of them by just about any means necessary. Even then, she wasn’t normally as forward as the words that spilled out of her mouth next were.

I dropped my keys on the console, already tugging at my tie as I started up the stairs. Then came the knock—three crisp, deliberate raps. I paused, exhaled through my nose, and went back down to open the door. A woman stood there: polished designer coat, perfect hair, and a smile dialled to charming. “Hi,” she said brightly. “I’m Margo. Eve’s cousin. She must have told you about me. Anyway, she told me I could drop by anytime for a family visit. Is she around?” Eve had never mentioned a cousin named Margo. Not once. I haven’t even seen her before.

The Ramirez freaked-out when they saw Margo with her bloody situation. "Would you like to stay here?" Kiel opened the door of Margo's room to check on Talia. She was talking with his sister silently and he felt his heart flattered because they were like sisters that has a interesting conversation. They did not even seem to notice Kiel. "Babe?" "Here he is, the talking killer," Margo mocked when they finally realized Kiel's presence. "What do you need, brother?"

•••• AFTER FRANÇOIS'S DEATH It had been more than six months since Francois's death, and Margo had intended to leave France long ago, but specific tasks, such as selling their properties, had taken longer than expected. However, she had finally completed it and had just been paid the full amount owed to her. Margo considered confronting Laurent after discovering his cheating, but decided against it. Instead, she decided to eliminate the problem. She and Alain pulled up in front of Lorna's house and approached the door. She had learned that her name was Lorna, and she was a student nurse who had recently relocated from Johannesburg. "Mom, are you sure you want to do this? Alain asked, earning

Margo sinisterly laughed "your so evil that's why I love you "Gabriel stated as he pulled Margo on his lap and kissed her. .. "mmm baby so naughty tonight you sure you can do this " Margo handed him a glass filled with a coppery liquid . He took a few gulps before throwing the glass against the wall above us . "Margo were you using that amazing mouth upon the surgeon's dick again.?" "no" Margo stated without missing a beat "lying is not your strong suit my dear.."he pushed her off his lap onto the floor.

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

“You don’t get to kiss me and pretend that you didn’t leave me talking to two dudes who kept asking me who my art tutor was as a kid so they could get their grandkids in with them.” “Did you have an art tutor?” I ask, fairly confident Margo grew up in Iowa. Or was it Ohio? I don’t remember what state it was, but I know it wasn’t New York. Margo laughs, shaking her head as her almost-black pieces of hair dance with her movement. “I had an art teacher, Mrs. Kiebler, and she was a saint. But my family couldn’t afford an art tutor. They could barely afford the supplies I begged for.”