Spencer Reid Maeve Novels & Stories

"Dorothy." "Alex!" Her voice came through, excited and she sounded slightly out of breath. "I just saw the most interesting thing. Maeve and that friend of hers — Andre? — they're at the cinema my friend owns...on a date I think. She looks very comfortable." Then she goes quiet for a few ,ore seconds. "It seems like she's really moved on, Alex. Honestly, it's probably for the best, right? She's finally stopped chasing you. But I can't believe she's found a replacement so soon."

Maeve broke the silence first. "So..." Nobody answered. She looked around the fire. "...Are we really going to spend three days together without knowing each other's names?" "We know the names," Selene muttered. "I meant the people." "I think she's right." Cassian smiled faintly. Maeve clapped once. "I'll go first." She tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm Maeve Hollow…My family runs a healing lodge in the Eastern Valleys." She smiled at the flames. "When I was little...I used to cry every time someone got hurt."

MY BEST FRIEND’S FATHER PT 1 Maeve Callahan stepped out of the car and stretched her legs. The Hawthorne family lake house stood in front of her, wooden and welcoming under the summer sun. She had come with her best friend Lily for a quiet week away from college. At twenty-one, Maeve was petite with freckles across her nose and a tight athletic body from years of running. She loved the peace here. Lily grabbed her bag and smiled. “This is going to be perfect. No assignments, just swimming and relaxing.”

the Jason Momoa lookalike chuckles, tucking Astrid under his arm. The tall one- Theo, I think? - turns his attention to Reid, his mouth set in a frown. “Hey Reid, did you hear what our girls have planned for tonight?” ‘Our girls’. Something about the way that sounds makes my heart squeeze. “No?” Reid replies slowly, looking down at me and raising a brow in question. “Theo, don’t be a douche,” Quinn scolds, rolling her eyes. I recall Reid mentioning that the sister of one of the alphas was mated to another, and seeing Quinn beside Theo, the pieces to the puzzle click together, the family resemblance apparent.

Then Maeve removed her hand. “But of course I want to see the child live,” she said, moving away from Selene. Selene gasped for breath, holding her neck. “You monster,” she gasped, water coming down her eyes. Maeve chuckled. “Now I am a monster,” she said, taking her seat. She looked at her silently, her eyes going to her stomach, and Selene instinctively covered her stomach. “Twins, a boy and a girl,” Maeve said, still staring at her stomach.

Belinda smirked and looked at Maeve who was already approaching them in anger. “What is she talking about, Cephas?!” Maeve mumbled in anger, and Cephas looked at her in shock. “Maeve…” “Tell me, Cephas! What is she talking about?!” Maeve yelled in a shaky tone. “She is spitting nonsense and trying to frustrate me, Maeve. Don’t tell me you believe the nonsense she just spat out.” Cephas scoffed, trying to hide his fear of her knowing the truth.

She’d think about how great it would be if Deirdre was her biological daughter occasionally, as her real daughter was a disappointment… The door was opened, catching both of them by surprise. Brendan halted to a stop when he saw the mother and daughter holding each other lovingly. Maeve wiped her face and said smilingly, “Since you’re here, I’ll head outside, Brendan.” “Hmm.” Maeve walked past Brendan to head outside. Meanwhile, Charlene looked at Maeve’s silhouette with cold eyes from another spot in the corridor and asked the young woman next to her, “Do you know her?”

When they reached the threshold of the kitchen, the scene was nothing short of a theatrical masterpiece. Maeve was sitting stubbornly on a high wooden stool, wrapped in a heavy tartan blanket like a tiny, disgruntled warrior queen. She was incredibly pale, her hands still trembling slightly from the residual drain of her massive displacement spell, but her eyes were snapping with a fierce, maternal fire. She was brandishing a long wooden stirring spoon like a broadsword.

I wanted to pluck my ears out from the disgusting sound, but I assured myself that an hour of fakery wouldn't kill me, maybe it’d even make me… stronger? “For the last time, Willow, not everyone sucks deflated balls for a living like you,” Maeve rolled her eyes and the place erupted with laughter again. Pleased with her comeback, she cleared her throat, “she’s Alex’s step-sister, and as you all know, we’ll be getting married soon.” You know that look on peacock’s face right after they spread their colorful feathers? That’s the one Maeve had on her face after making that weird brag. What was even weirder was how unconvinced and unimpressed her so-called friends looked.

“ But the Ceremony is fast approaching and preparations are supposed to have started, “ Madeline said. Madeline was someone I respected a lot because she had a close relationship with our family, hence, the reason why we were on a first-name basis. No doubt she had aged over the years but one could tell she was really beautiful when she was young. But Maeve’s beauty on the other hand was on another level. She was breathtaking. Whenever I was around her it was like we were two magnets attracted to each other. “ I have a feeling she will be found soon. My instincts are never wrong, “ I said to them with confidence and Madeline sighed. “ I’m still lost in this conversation, “ Maeve said to us w