Marguerite Moreau Mighty Ducks Novels & Stories

Like I’d predicted, they’d come to the infamous glittering swimming pool. “Well, even though I don’t know how to, I’d try. The pool is so beautiful.” Marguerite said, and she quickly stripped off her clothes. A lump formed in my throat, and I quickly turned away until I was sure she’d gone into the water. Then, I slowly turned around. My breath caught in my throat, as I allowed my eyes to take in the sight of her. Her upper body was submerged in water, and when she ducked in and came up once more, droplets of water fell from her face. “Aren’t you coming in?” Marguerite called out to Mel.

Moretti. I blocked the number. The last day. Three a.m. The entire mansion was as silent as a tomb. I stood in my walk-in closet, looking at the millions of dollars worth of clothes, jewelry, and bags. Hermès Birkins, Chanel suits, Cartier diamonds… each one had once made me feel like a successful woman. Now they just looked like a gilded cage. The charity workers arrived promptly at four. I helped them load everything into their truck. "Mrs. Moretti, are you sure you want to donate all of this?" one of the young volunteers asked, her eyes wide. "These things... they're priceless."

Early the next morning Margaret McGurtrie slipped ou of the castle and made her way across the rocks to the other side of the little island . On a fertile spot where clumps of pine trees grew , at the head of a tiny creek she met Maurice Tredego , who was standing idly throwing stones into the water and watching the widening circles they caused ' I thought you were never coming ! he exclaimed as she ran towards him . ' I overslept , ' she excused herself . ' I lay awake for hours and didn't get off till about two o'clock this morning Maurice , I feel utterly wretched ! She clung to him and raised her face to his , and after a moment's hesitation glancing round to make sure that they were qui

In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, then slid off my thick black-framed glasses. Not this time. They weren't going to play me anymore. Who says the ugly duckling has to stay ugly? Grabbing my bag, I headed out without a word. Right on cue, Kenneth was by the door, sitting alone on a bench tucked out of sight. His head was down like he was studying something. In my last life, I'd learned a lot about him—mostly thanks to Sherry. Today was his birthday. Also the anniversary of his mom's death. Back then, they'd all pushed me to toast him. I caved, and he humiliated me in front of everyone, mocking me about how I couldn't tell brandy from whiskey. Then he walked off, leaving me th

“Now imagine my shock when this one calls this morning to tell us that… he actually scored one in six months!” “My man!” Dane whistled and tossed a coin bag at Klaus, who caught it without looking away from me. I had no idea when the basket I was carrying fell from my hands… which I realized were suddenly shaking. “Wh… what?” “You know, as impressed as I am,” Dane shook his head, “I gotta confess that I’m quite disappointed you gave in so easily, Margaux. I thought you lot had a reputation or was it just a rumor?” The blonde laughed and kissed Klaus’ jaw. “I told you she would be easy. The whole uptightness you think they have is because no one looks at them anyway. Show them a little bit of

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

Suddenly, the television screen inside the plane cut to an international news broadcast. “A massive scandal has rocked the influential de Montfort family. Marguerite de Montfort, long presumed dead, has now been declared the world’s most wanted fugitive. However, reports just coming in state that Marguerite was successfully rescued by an unidentified cargo vessel operating in the Makassar Strait and is currently heading toward an unknown destination.” Liora stared at the screen, her eyes narrowing sharply. Marguerite was still alive. But what shocked her even more was the next breaking news story that flashed onto the screen.