Mordecai X Margaret Novels & Stories

“And with Boulvar holding half of my saber which he broke off, he could have easily cut my hand off as I reached for his token.” “Well, that is true, if this was a real fight to the finish.” said Mordecai who smiled at his team mate. “Yes. That is true.” answered Boulvar, “But it is also true that you, lady Margarette, are a formidable opponent.” Boulvar gave a small bow. “You have my respect.” “Why... thank you...” Mar replied, blushing a bit. “Well, it’s time we went back to headquarters.” said Prince Xander who dusted himself off.

Slowly, the door opened and Margaret’s teeth clenched, her brows furrowing deeply at the sight of who stepped through the door. “Leviathan Morganton! Where the fuck have you been!?” Margaret fumed. Levi instantly regretted telling her his full name. He stood with an unreadable expression, his brow slightly raised in amusement. “Where have I been? Don't mistake me for your daughter, woman.” He replied, his gaze sharp on her. Margaret’s expression suddenly became one of surprise. ‘Of course, he heard me last night while I was on a call with Madison.’ Margaret mumbled in her thoughts, recalling his sudden appearance when she had ended the call with her daughter.

Both of them stood across from me in my office, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. “I need your help,” I began, my voice resolute despite the knot forming in my throat. “Anything,” William said immediately. Greg nodded. “What’s going on, Miss Margarette?” I hesitated before continuing. “Last night, I saw someone—someone who should have been dead but was alive. He claims to be someone else, but I know it’s him. I need you to investigate this man. His name is Richard Ledesma, and he’s married to a woman named Sarah. I want everything—where he lives, works, his past, everything.”

It felt like a knife. "You're calling me the dirty whore? Have you seen yourself? You've been messing around with multiple men. Reconsider what you said." I pushed her away from and stood up. I walked over to Katherine's side and stood there. I had to accept the fact that my mother will never love me. I saw Christian walked towards Zain. "Let him go!" Christian stood in front of Zain but Aaron looked at him. "Let him go and I will end all of your lives!" All of them held tighter onto Zain, and bowed down.

"I'm sorry Ma'am" "You should be and remember to clean the car" "How did the memorial go? I was almost in tears" "Shut your mouth" Margaret was stern. She wasn't about to talk about her late husband with her new crush. "I'm sorry Ma'am" "Do you know what your problem is?" "No" Morgan shook her head. "You don't know when to shut the hell up!" Margaret has heard enough of him, he may be cute and his packed muscles hiding under his shirt but sometimes Morgan just reminded him of Lisa.

I turned my head and wiped away my tears. Just as I was about to tell Zachary to leave, I heard Sean's cold voice sound nearby. "Margaret, how exactly did Mrs. Clinton pass away?" Zachary's expression immediately changed. He opened his mouth, probably intending to argue with Sean, but I lowered my voice and said sharply, "Zachary, today is my mother's funeral. If you don't want the truth about the kidney to get out, I suggest you leave right now."

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

Then she set one down and turned to face me. Margaret was a hard woman to read. In the weeks we had worked together, I had come to respect her competence, her precision, her absolute refusal to pretend that something was working when it was not. She had watched me heal Tom with an expression I could not fully decode, somewhere between wonder and suspicion and something that might, on a different face, have been called grief. "Three of the elders met with Ashford last night," she said. "I know." She raised an eyebrow. "Tom."

But after consulting with Jules, they had agreed that he would have refused to come otherwise. The light coloured wooden door creaked open and Archer followed Cara close behind as they entered. “Zach, this is Grace.” She gestured to the frail woman that was slumped in a bed, a mask covered her face and she was hooked up to an assortment of monitors and machines. Each one making sounds louder than the last. “Grace?” His gaze flickered between Cara and the old woman. “Your mum.” Cara bit her lip at the words, anticipating his angry words that didn’t come.

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan