Spencer Reid Maeve Novels & Stories

"The way he looked at you at the party, Kase? Girl, it was like he wanted to fuck you right there on the dining table and the rest of us could just watch and cheer him on or whatever." "Maeve! What the actual fuck?!" I half-laughed, half-gasped, staring at her like she’d lost her damn mind. Tess covered her mouth, snorting, clearly trying not to laugh. "She's not wrong, though." I leaned back, gripping the edge of the booth. "Okay, first of all… stop painting that picture in my brain. Second… do not say that out loud again! People can hear you." "I still can’t get over it. Saint Kasey finally lost her virginity," Maeve beamed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "To Reaper, no less. The older

Queen Maeve turns to me as I step down from my perch, bow deeply, and open my mouth to thank her for inviting me here to play, but suddenly, she’s in front of me, touching me, her hands gripping my own. “You were awesome,” she says, drawing out every syllable. “Brie’s been talking about you for years, and I was so excited you were available to play tonight.” “Oh,” I grit out as her heat funnels between our joined hands. I briefly look her in the eyes, and they’re just as amazing as everyone says they are. A deep, vivid blueish green that I’ve never seen in the natural world. “Thank you, Your Majesty–” “No, call me Maeve,” she smiles, squeezing my hands until her mate clears his throat.

The next day, another photo of Xander Reid went viral on social media. It was taken from last night’s welcome party. No media people were invited to that party. Taking photos was strictly prohibited inside the Reid mansion. The security also seized the cell phones of the guests so that no one could click on Xander Reid. Despite such tight security, someone managed to click on him. And this time, his front view was visible. Although the photo was deleted from social media promptly, Abigail got the time to d******d his photo successfully. She stared at the photo with disbelief, creasing her eyebrows tight.

Spencer grew up in Union County. The youngest in their family had two sons, who were both doing well. Naturally, she favored her younger son. Back when her elder son wanted to marry Maeve, she disagreed. She thought Maeve did not look like she would be good at childbearing because of her small hips. She even had a fight with her elder son about this but could not change his mind in the end. It turned out that Maeve was already pregnant before their wedding, which made Spencer furious.

’ I tried to tell myself, stopping my hand from trembling against the purse on my lap. I turned to Maeve. She looked unreal. She was dressed in a red flowery sequence gown whose slit took almost half of the dress, exposing her magnificent legs. She had her hair down, a mirror in her hand as she confidently reapplied her lip gloss. I swear I’d never been so scared to go home. “You’re quiet.” Maeve said, breaking the silence. “What if…” I began, eyes on my purse. “What if something happens tonight?” “Like what?” She edged closer.

He wondered if she looked the same in person. After waiting for half an hour, Henry finally spotted the girl from the photo. She was with a young guy who had the look of a cultivator. Henry quickly found Maeve in the crowd. She looked even better in person—like a cute doll, with a delicate face and a surprisingly curvy figure. As she got closer, Henry stepped forward. "Hi, are you Maeve Patterson?" he asked. She turned to look at him, briefly showing a hint of dislike before quickly smiling. Before she left, Jennifer had told her about this guy—how he was a freeloader tricking Lydia. Maeve had a close bond with Lydia and did not want to see her get fooled.

she says, introducing herself to Madelyn. “Madelyn Cole. Wow this whole place is yours?” Madelyn asks, looking around. Maeve rolls her eyes. “Xander spoils me.” “That’s not true, I just want lots of pups and witches with my mate, so we need lots of room,” he says, pulling her into a hug. “So Maeve,” I ask before Xander starts something other than a movie. “What house would you be sorted into?” “In Harry Potter?” she asks, and I nod.

“He’s loved you his whole life Emily. That is going to disappear no matter who else comes in and out of both of your lives. He is your home. And you are his.” Maeve reached over and ran her hand down Emily’s hair. “I still can’t believe you did this.” She laughed. That got a smile from her. “Don’t forget I went completely punk and got a nose ring.” Emily said as they both laughed. “And Charlotte colored her hair too I saw.” Emily grinned. “Yeah she dyed it blonde she was so exci…….” She stopped. “She was excited?” Maeve finished for her. But Emily wasn’t talking, she was in deep thought, a frown on her face.

I muttered bitterly to myself as a wave of anger went through me. My mother had worked hard to make our court impenetrable and yet on the list before me were names of the spies he had accumulated in every kingdom. And sure enough, just right beside Gaham was a name. Lady Mitrea. I scoffed in disbelief. Of course, that foolish woman with her beady eyes was a spy. I had planned to wait a while before contacting Mother but it looked like I would have to do it sooner than I planned. I was still perusing the list when a chill in my blood alerted me to Scott's presence.

I'm not sure why I'm surprised by this, but I am. Seyla smiles at me and nudges me with her elbow. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Maeve. Breathe" she says jokingly. I force a laugh and we start walking. "Do you braid your hair yourself? Can you teach me how to braid? I've never been good at braids, and my dads weren't either." the bubbly red-head, Lyra, practically shouts at me. I look at her. She's pretty. Really pretty. But I can already tell her energy will be an absolute nightmare.