Maeve Stories

What if Aelin were pregnant when taken by Maeve? What if Maeve took the child? What if the child grew up with Maeve? Set after Empire of Storms and Tower of Dawn (but assuming that Maeve is allowed to live, and still rule the fae), this will explore this theory.

Auradon seems to be a place of fairytales and happy endings, with the villains locked away on the Isle life shouldn't be so complicated, right? Well wrong, from getting used to the Auradon lifestyle, to falling in love and curiousity of the Isle it can be pretty complicated Book 1 - Sister of Mal Book 2 - Senior Year Book 3 - Hook's Diary Book 4 - Snow Prince Book 5 - Back to Neverland Book 6 - Isle Darling Book 7 - Ginny of the Isle

I closed my eyes and licked the litmus paper. Erma was silent, watching like a hawk as I set it down on the bench. I wasn't expecting a change. I thought it'd stay blue and wet. It didn't. We watched in silence as the soft blue paper phased to violet, and then pink. That was fine. Human saliva was slightly acidic. The teacher had said so. That didn't keep us from staring at it even now. Right before Erma could say 'I told you so', I heard her shriek in horror. I looked down and felt my heart sink into my stomach. "What the composite fuck? Erma cursed raggedly, sweat beading on her forehead while she slowly lifted her gaze to meet mine. For once I had no snappy answer for that - not even in my head. Her question didn't need a comeback at all - it was more than accurate. The litmus paper had been bleached. Only strong acids could do that to litmus paper. This could only mean one thing - a realization that struck more terror in my heart than I could anticipate. For some reason, I just knew that this would change everything. Erma was staring at me, eyes wide, and lips trembling. There were no words - we didn't need any because it was plain as day and on paper. My saliva was f*cking corrosive. ________________________________________________________ Maeve takes being a late bloomer to a whole new level. In a world of the Enhanced - those blessed by at least one God in a ten-part Pantheon, Maeve is a ticking time bomb just waiting to detonate. With no Enhancement from ANY of the Gods, an aura that screams danger and a knack for caustic comebacks, she's a recipe for trouble - and that's on a regular day. Add to the mix a sweet-talking stranger, an ancient prophecy of the Apocalypse and...... acidic saliva? All of this and more on the shoulders of a girl that's barely legal and wants to be normal more than anything in the world. Poor Maeve just can't catch a break.

A crossover between aCoTaR and ToG

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Living is hard. Like really hard. So why not chose your own path. Maeve, a young girl whose allure is threatening and thoughts broad, slowing and cautiously breaks her way into a real life.

What would happen if your survival meant the death of your siblings? What if living meant a forever guilt? What if betrayal saved your life? What if love was pinned against survival? Welcome to your Procedure.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray And you'll never know dear How much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away Please?

Cooper Maeve Mooper boom kill me I beg of you UPDATED HEWHEWHHEHE

By: NJH_Lover

Maeve Sanders fights to survive in a world full of sickly people with her trusted companion, Kiya, by her side. Just when Maeve becomes at peace with the quiet life her and her dog are finally finding, Maeve's world turns upside down and she soon sits face to face with a baseball bat that will change her life forever.

"There are different ways a person can die, Maeve. I can't kill you." | in which a girl knows she is going to die and who is behind her death | ° Extended synopsis inside °

"I DIDN'T KILL MY BROTHER!" I yelled as Dumbledore smiled and looked at me without saying one word "I didn't kill my brother. he was the only thing I have-had" I said as tears started to fall from my eyes "I didn't kill James and Lily. they were my FAMILY for FUCKS sake!" said Sirius as he got dragged into a carriage "you are leaving Harry without a fucking fami-" "shut up" said a guard as I got hit by a strong spell "we trusted you..." I whispered before blacking out.

Maeve Frances moves through the world like someone afraid it might shatter beneath her feet. Food turns to stone in her throat, words slip away before she can catch them, and loneliness clings to her like a second skin. People look at her and see quiet; they never stay long enough to notice the storm beneath it. Ezra Elordi is the kind of boy who seems born from a different universe entirely-warm house, warm hands, a life stitched together with ease. Paint smudges his fingers, laughter follows him, and his friends orbit him like he's the sun they've chosen. He shouldn't notice a girl like Maeve. He shouldn't understand her. But he does. Where others see silence, he sees meaning. Where others step back, he steps closer. And somehow, in a world that has never felt built for her, Ezra becomes the one place Maeve doesn't feel like she's disappearing.

Maeve Tremaine, a lonely young woman not ready for the real world yet, trapped aiding her elderly grandmother in her ancient New York brownstone. An aged Crosley in the attic. Sylvester Donahue, a charismatic gent from 1928, slaughtered in the very brownstone inhabited by the old woman and her titillating granddaughter. ---------- How do you love a spirit who admires you in every way possible, who devotes himself to you; who you cannot kiss, cannot hold? A man with no body, with only a voice filtered through a vintage radio to keep you sane? But most importantly, whose good intentions may cause trouble for the living?

What is it called when someone steals your innocence? How does one little girl, once so sweet and loving, how does she keep going? She build those walls that people call rebellion. I bet they never wondered why she is the way she is. Don't they know that she hurts? As bad as she wants to erase it from her mind, she can't. It always come creeping back. Just when she feels safe and happy, it comes to ruin her. That painful memory when she was no longer sweet and innocent. When all that was stripped and taken from her. But then he showes up. He was the typical bad boy people talk about in the movies or books. He did what he wanted when he wanted. Nothing hurt him. At least that's what people describe him as. But there is much more than the eye can see. He had his own demons. Demons that he fought everyday. Demons that pushed him to be that way. What if he saw the shadows of his past in her? Will he ever be able to discover her secrets and bring back the old her? The one who wasn't scared of the touch of someone. The one who wasn't scared of love. Will he ever be able to help her get rid of her past?

Wesley Anderson. Once an alpha, now a rogue. Killing is the only thing he does. He is feared by every pack, lurking in the woods, waiting to come out and rule once again. People say he's out for blood, some say he's more wolf than human. The only known fact about him is that he's alone. Maeve Dixon, a regular she-wolf is lifelong friends with her Alpha's son. Since both of them have no mates and the Alpha's son needing to take the Alpha title, they decide to become mates by ceremony. Little does Maeve know her mate is near and he isn't happy. #2 in EXILED!!!!

Gabe is a 7th grade heart throb, best player on the soccer team and a very smart guy. But a pretty girl named Caitlin moves next door, and all he thinks about his her. What will become of them? are they meant to be? How long until she finds out, or worse, his friends. Find out in this great book, The Girl Next Door.

- Radziłbym tego nie pić. Za dużo jest tu typów, którzy wykorzystaliby chwile nie uwagi, aby wrzucić ci coś do picia. - odwróciłam się na te słowa, odstawiając kubek, gdyż miał rację. Gdy się odwróciłam mój wzrok zaszczyciła osoba Dylana. - Mówisz tak, jakbyś był jednym z tych typów. - powiedziałam, opierając się biodrami o blat. Chłopak podszedł, stając niebiezpieczne blisko mnie, patrząc mi jednocześnie w oczy. - Ja preferuje upijanie do nie przytomności.

Maeve Allen didn't follow the conventional path into marriage, she didn't have the falling in love phase, no she jumped right to the part where she wore a white dress and walked down the aisle to marry a man her father chose. Seth Flynn never really cared to get married, he didn't have the time to woo girls to go out with him nor to put effort into starting relationships but he was a meticulous man. When given a responsibility, the world can't stop his dedication to it. What happens when these two are out in a house together under the law and asked to fill out the roles of man and wife? One of their pasts' will be too much to handle. Perhaps they forgot to read between the lines. Read to find out! I do not own the picture in the cover.