Margot A Novel Novels & Stories

she blurted out as she kept her drink on the desk. The bluntness startled me, but I said nothing. It was one of those moments where you didn’t have to say anything at all— you just had to wait. Margot moved slowly toward her desk and sat opposite me. For a moment, she just stared into space, saying nothing— as if she was deciding how much truth to release. “My sister, Elise Sinclair, was an actress.” Margot said. Her voice was steady but quieter than usual. She stopped speaking, and silence enveloped the room again. I waited. Because I knew she has a lot to say.

I demanded, my voice rising. Margot smirked, standing gracefully and smoothing her dress. “That’s for you to find out.” Before I could press her further, the doors burst open, and Nora rushed in. Her hair was wild and her eyes wide with alarm. “What’s going on?” she demanded, her gaze darting between the Morettis and me. “What plan?” Margot turned her cold gaze to Nora, her expression unreadable. “Oh, darling,” she said dismissively, her tone patronizing. “This is a conversation for grown-ups.”

I stared at her, the woman who was responsible for mine and all the Omegas nightmares, totally different from Sarah, who was a complete opposite. Margot was evil, wicked and dubious. She was the perfect example of a Moonfire Pack member, exactly like Alpha Caleb. There was a time she almost sold me to Beta Justin for the night and I almost committed suicide because of it. She was also responsible for most of the scars on mine and Julia's back. " Ms Margot, I'm planning on renovating the Omegas house, " I informed and she raised her head slightly to look at me so as not to come off as challenging.

“Thank you.” They ordered their drinks and I felt slightly nervous. Margot wasn’t at all what I expected and I couldn’t fathom how they were friends. They were polar opposites but then again Billy and I didn’t come across as the same either. “You’re not what I expected.” I turned to look at Margot and she smiled nervously. “To be honest, neither are you.” She laughed lightly and we ordered the first course. Margot was nice to talk to and I learned that she was a graphic designer and worked from home. She asked a lot of questions of which I deflected the most. There wasn’t much to tell and I wasn’t keen on talking about my past.

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of

“Depends on how you see it … all good things are better when you have someone to share it with.” He closed in after he said it. Neither of them wants to get deeper into the topic. She went on telling him about her back-packing experiences that she enjoyed so much. Solo traveling to exotic places in all corners of the world. Unattached to anything or anyone, it was clear from the start, that she was a free soul. Something that was not familiar to him. Margot lured him in with her wits and smarts. Maybe it was her traveling, maybe it was her reading, maybe it was the various jobs she worked on that made her so insightful. There was an ease about her that enticed him, she was easy to be with.

I said and she just smirk. “Then let's begin this, Margarette,” she said, so the two of us go down to start our battle. I can't fight with her while we are floating. I have to win this battle because I am now desperate to hear what Savannah knows about my parents' killers. “If you think you can win this battle, Margarette, then you're insane. I am an evil witch and no one can defeat me,” she said, so I can't stop to shook my head because of her.

If it was true that Maura and her mage friends were going to come in and fight on the side of the Council, and that seemed to be the case, based on what had just happened, Everly and her alliance were going to need some way of countering it. Margot thought for a moment, her eyes focused out the window at the landscape as she continued to wash the dishes Everly had intended to do as repayment for all of Margot’s kindness. “I may have a contact,” she said. “I’ll have to see.” “We’re kind of in a hurry,” Slate reminded her, his voice calm. Margot turned and smiled over her shoulder. “You’re a wolf, son. Not a cat.” “Wh—” Slate began, clearly not understanding that Margot was trying to tell him

Margaret’s POV My sight became blurry bit by bit due to the uncontrollable tears that left my eyes as I shoved one last shirt into the suitcase, my wrists shaking so badly that I could barely zip it closed. How could I have been so stupid as to let myself believe that happiness was possible when everything I touched turned to poison? Cielin sat on the edge of the bed, her hand gently rubbing my back as sobs wracked my body. “Margaret, breathe. Please. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had bee