Mc Vagabond Novels & Stories

Maggies pov The Belgrade safehouse was a fortress of paranoia, its concrete walls muffling the city’s restless hum as I adjusted my mask, my hazel eyes glinting in the laptop’s glow. My hair was hidden under a hood, my leather jacket creased from weeks on the run as Mara Klein, dodging Ethan’s assassins and Elijah’s hunt. The Oracle: the Circle of Nine, Victor Hartman’s shadowy order, had kept me alive, their shell company, Orion Ventures, funding my safehouses and ex-military guards. But hiding wasn’t enough. I’d framed Isabella for Lilian’s murder, leaked Ethan’s sextape, fed him her secrets, and released the exposé that burned Blackvale? all to dismantle the empire that had crushed my lif