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She probably saw my confusion and shrugged. “I'm Maggie, an actress on Broadway. They snatched me when I was having a smoke out by the theatre. Was still in costume, so just went with being the old hag. And I'm glad I did, considering rape and torture of the younger ladies seems to be the only thing those bastards can think of.” Maggie shook her head sadly. “Have you seen my friend? And why can't we shift? Any idea where we are?” There were just so many questions in my mind.

♤ I had my shit together once. I was five. ♤ Phone in hand, my body felt like I was walking on air, yet fear was still taking over ninety-seven percent of my body. The other three percent? Alcohol. I've learned how to see who's present, know when things are about to go wrong, you get the idea. The typical's of a fucked up teenage girl... who also has been "trained" as a mafia princess for years in a horrid, traumatizing way.

Then he called Shelly "okay here's what I want you to do I'll be bringing SatinBlaze back with me. I'll be there in 10 minutes and I'll be taking you in groups of three." "Be careful." Blake saddle SatinBlaze and whistled for Starfire but before he could get in the saddle Maggies came out of the trees her white fur matted with blood and limping. He’d forgotten about Maggies and he swore damn dog in his head he said "good girl" as he swept her in his arms and sent a spell to heal her then penned her. "I hope you got the

The mansion was oddly quiet as I walked around, searching for Maggie, but she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Frowning, I walked into the kitchen only to see a note from her left on the counter. Maeve, I went to the store. I will be back shortly. -Maggie I felt better knowing she was only at the store and would be back soon. While I waited, I decided to take a shower and put some comfortable clothes on. I still felt a little weird being in this bathroom after what had happened the other night. Even though it was classified as I shadow, I couldn’t help but still feel watched, even as I looked out the window and stared into the nothingness in front of me, those eyes were still so real to me at the

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

She shook her head, “I am sorry, I thought I saw something then but it turns out I didn’t. The vision about the evil spirit was the only one I saw.” “And what about that? Is there a way out of the nightmares? Now you know what I am going through. I’ve not had a good sleep in months because of this. I am begging you, Maggie. If there is anything you know, anything you think can help me, please don’t hold back.” “I swear that I don’t know anything. I only read visions; I can’t solve the problems I see in them.” Maggie was definitely hiding something, if not why was she unable to look him in the face directly as he spoke those words. Did she probably see something that had to do with her? Was t

Maybe she didn't see clearly? "Yes, I'm sure, Pandora. They turned into these big wolves that looked exactly like Romeo." "Romeo?" "Yes, they were the same size as him. Some were smaller, some thinner but they were still huge. That's when I knew that the rumours were true. So I ran, I ran so fast because I wanted to get away. I couldn't even go to my mum and tell her what I saw because all I wanted to do was get out of there. I ran and I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. It was really dark but

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.

she asked, ignoring whatever Tyrell had just said. I blushed and looked toward Tyrell, who happened to glance my way. Our eyes met, but just as quickly as it happened, I looked away. "No, Maggie, she’s not my girlfriend," Tyrell confirmed before continuing, "She’ll stay in the guest bedroom under my care. You may cook the food, but I must be here to keep an eye on her so she doesn’t try anything funny." "She doesn’t look like someone who’s capable of hurting others." "Margret, please, listen to me, okay?" This side of Tyrell was strange—vulnerable, open with Margret, just like he was with Cleo.

There's a brief struggle—muffled cries, bodies hitting walls—then silence. "Clear," Valentina calls softly. They enter a room lined with cells. Inside them, supernatural beings in various states of horror. A wolf so emaciated her bones show through her skin. A vampire chained in silver, UV lights burning him constantly. A witch with her mouth magically sealed, unable to speak or cast. And more. So many more. "Oh God," Sera breathes. "Get them out," Moira orders, already working on the magical locks. "Quickly."