Mordecai X Margaret Novels & Stories

"Mom, take it easy. You're almost in your seventies now. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if news gets out?" "Are you kidding me? Who dares to laugh at me?" Margaret remembered that there was an outsider in the house, Loraine. After all, Edric was a president of a company, and Margaret shouldn't slap him in front of Loraine. Hence, she glared at Loraine. Immediately, Loraine stepped out instantly but the truth was, she did not go far. She waited at the door to see what would happen.

he explained, totally ignoring what I just said and showed me a picture of Bryan Morris. "This man was Antonio's closest friend. He's also the fiance of Margaret but he died before they could get married" "Which of the Margaret? The one I know?" I asked. "Yes, the one you know" he replied and displayed a picture of Margaret. "Margaret Steele. This woman works as Henry's partner in the organization, they're really close" he explained. "So she moved to Antonio after her fiance died?" "She has always loved Antonio. She just decided to be with Antonio's closest friend because she couldn't get him and thought it was a way of carrying out her revenge on Antonio for getting married to Maya" he repl

GABRIELLA'S POV Margaret couldn't believe what she was witnessing. The once harmonious atmosphere had been shattered by a heated argument between Dorcas and Argatha. Rising from her seat, Margret felt a surge of anger fueled by her concern for the well-being of everyone involved. She needed to intervene and put an end to the fight that was disrupting the entire event. "Enough, Dorcas! Enough of all these words," Margret exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration. "This isn't like you. What's the matter? What's your problem exactly?"

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The queen’s hand flew to cover her mouth when she realized that her excitement made her respond to the king’s link out loud. Christian, Tate and Dalloway jerked a little with her sudden outburst but Xandar found her demeanor to be so adorable that he couldn’t resist pecking a sweet kiss on her nose. It was decided that Tate would accompany Margaret, Dalloway and his task force to collect the rogues under her supervision. All that was left to do was hope that Margaret’s followers and Greg’s followers would get along.

he said as he left going to his room upstairs. 'Tring' Mr. Kusuma's cell phone rang, there was an incoming message. He stopped in his tracks to open the message. His face immediately changed, hardened. Then, he read aloud the message on his cell phone. "Sorry, Mr. Kusuma. Please send my congratulations to Maharani. I don't know her number. Congratulations on the win. Good luck. From-Mas Tiok. Rani! Who is Mas Tiok!" Mr. Kusuma's voice rose again.

We vowed to move forward hand in hand, supporting one another as we navigated the twists and turns of life, knowing that our strength lay not only in the triumphs but also in the compassion we extended to one another. In the days that followed, Alexander and I embarked on a journey of reconciliation, helping him come to terms with the revelations about his mother's past. Together, we nurtured a newfound understanding and deepened our love, our bond strengthened by the trials we had faced . Margaret, once an enigmatic figure in our lives, became a source of inspiration—a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the capacity for forgiveness.

~ARTHUR POV: “Margaret!” My deep voice carried through the hallway as I stormed down the stairs, my whole body radiating barely contained rage. Staff scurried into order with immediate motion, wrapped in alarm. “Y-yes, Mr. Bellingham,” the voice came shaky from behind, and I turned to see Margaret standing, her body trembling almost imperceptibly—a rare reaction I'd barely expected from a woman in her mid-fifties. She'd served me since I was younger and I trusted her…but now…

Stalemate. Margaret didn’t move. “Release him.” Maxwell’s voice dropped to lethal calm. “You used my child to test me.” “I exposed your weakness.” “I showed restraint.” “You drove to Morocco.” “That was misdirection!” “And you fell for it.” Maxwell froze. Margaret stepped closer. “I needed to see if you could separate blood from power.” His grip loosened slightly. “And?” Margaret’s eyes were cold steel. “You can’t.” Jonathan spoke quietly. “Margaret, you’ve overplayed this.”

I have learned that it can sometimes be helpful even though it is not intentional. "Your silence will not work on me." Margot stated firmly "Perhaps but let me say that my silence forms part of me on a regular basis so get used to it." I shrugged I tend to compare our character traits and how we are the polar opposite of each other. Margot tends to take things more seriously than intended and believes that communication is the key while on the other hand I tend to be the character in the background that no one notices due to the lack of talking which never bothers me personally but since I met Margot, I sometimes feel the urge to get out of my shell and genuinely have a normal conversation.