Mordecai X Margaret Novels & Stories

And the lights inside the vault flickered on… *** FLASHBACK - MARGARET (YEARS AGO) A sleek conference room. Glass walls. Night lights of the city behind her. Margaret Hartman stands alone…calm, elegant, calculating. The door opens. A man enters. Victor Crane. Younger. Sharper. Eyes like polished steel. Margaret doesn’t greet him. She doesn’t offer her hand. He smiles thinly. “You summoned me. Should I be flattered?” Margaret studies him. “I need you to understand something before you make your next move.”

Margaret appeared beside me, her eyes fixed on the scene through the doorway. “Interesting,” she murmured. I glanced at her. “What?” “Nothing,” she shook her head. Her tone made my shoulders tense and I turned fully to her. “Is there a problem?” Margaret’s gaze drifted back to Zane and Elara. The woman was still crying against him and holding on like he was the only solid thing in her world. “I think,” Margaret started, “that the Alpha might be involved with that woman.” She had just voiced out my exact inner thoughts.

They did not tremble, but they did not rest. “That is still grief,” Robert said quietly. Jaxon did not respond. Margaret stood abruptly. “This is ridiculous,” she said. “This place is supposed to be sacred.” Jaxon looked at her with tired eyes. “If it is sacred, maybe talk like something sacred is listening,” he said. She walked out, clutching her purse like a shield. Dr. Chen took a slow breath. “Let us take a short break,” she said. Chairs scraped back. People moved toward the coffeepot and the door in stiff lines. The air crackled with discomfort.

“I concede defeat. I never thought that I, a Profound Mystic cultivator, would lose to a Core Formation cultivator like you! But if you want to get some information from me, then you are wrong. I, Margaret Monroe, serve God with my body!" Her body stiffened abruptly.

“Starting with Adrian’s mother, Margaret Moore.” Applause. Margaret glided to the stage, took the microphone with the grace of someone who’d been commanding rooms her entire life. “When Adrian first told me he’d proposed,” Margaret began, “I wept with joy. Not just because my son had found love, but because he’d found the right love.” Her eyes swept the room, landed on me for a brief, pointed moment. “Vivian is everything I could have hoped for in a daughter-in-law. Graceful. Devoted. Strong enough to stand beside a man like my son.”

“I know, my love, it’s just nice to hear them. You don’t know how proud I am to have you as my wife. I consider myself lucky if you ask me.” She rolled her eyes, but they got interrupted before she could speak. “My king, my queen.” Margaret bowed her head and Xavier released Mia’s waist and they turned to her. “Luna,” Mia called and turned to Xavier to introduce them. “Xavier, this is luna Margaret of the east region. She’s also an elder of the Maidens Court.” He nodded at Margaret. “Mia has spoken a few times about you, luna. Keep up the good work.”

" Alexander stood perfectly still. For the first time in decades, his carefully controlled expression cracked. "You remember." It wasn't a question. Richard looked at him. "Not everything." "But enough." Alexander slowly lowered his head. "I prayed you never would." Ethan stepped between them. "Enough." "No more pieces." "No more riddles." "Tell me who Margaret is." Alexander remained silent. Richard answered instead. "Margaret Ashcroft." The name meant nothing to Ethan. Nothing to Amara. But David froze.

I suggested, but it was too late, Damian was coming down angry. -What do you think you're doing?" he pushed Cristian and pushed me aside, "How can you come to my own house and treat my wife like that, get out of here immediately. -But who do you think you are?" Cristian pushed him, also Omar had arrived, "don't you know that Margaret is now one of the most powerful women in New York, you can't be holding him back with your absurd traditions and customs from now on I bet she will stay with me" I knew I was getting into serious trouble with the things Cristian was saying but I needed to do something before this ends very badly.

“Why do you hate Arthur so much now? He used to be your role model for men. Mom, what happened?” “Sam, wake up! He is cursed and would be dead soon. You and I are very much aware of that.” “Is that why you and dad are gathering opposes to overthrow him?” “Look Sam, there are things that even you with all your wisdom wouldn’t be able to understand from an elder’s viewpoint. You must learn to switch things up when the time comes without being so emotional about it. Arthur Murray is doomed. Maxwell Murray is the new leader and we must embrace him now before it is too late.”

He says to Hailey and she gives him a small nod. If I don't know Xavier so much, I would have taken it that he is jealous. But he does sounds bitter. with a shrug, I walk around, giving out instructions when it is needed, and directing each model to his/her quarter. Funny I haven't still found the person I have been looking for. "Pari." Her voice vibrates in my head. Speak of the devil's wife and she shall appear without any trace of hesitation. "Miss Bluegrave." "Its Redgrave." Freya force a smile, her lips put into a thin line.