The Mortal Affairs (The Secret World of Maggie Grey Book Series)

by Granger .

The Martins, Lovelace, Chavis, and Calhoun families were stretched across the deep south, and due to contracts and treaties signed eons ago, the families rarely mixed and mingled outside of marriage obligations. All were the definition of old money.

Keep my granddaughter from finding out about her mother or me because she will become a target in the Underground. Keep the mother from finding out about me until I put everything in place. My sister is not the most patient person as you know. I believe she’s up to something and

She was in fact the daughter, the only daughter of Dr. Marvin T. Holmes…did that make her a vampire like him? She certainly didn’t look like one. When she stepped out, her silver streaks in her thick hair were pulled back.

“Who are y'all talking about?” Ms. Gloria asked as she came back into the living room. “My daughter? Her name is Maggie–––”

“Don’t say it!” Poette shouted but I snatched her jaw with a hard grip, feeling my nails dig into her cheek as her eyes began to water.

“Not my Maggie,” she muttered. The mother instinctively reacted as her eyes turned bright red to the point where droplets of blo...

So, she is in fact one of them. She was scared, chest heaving hard with her hands shaking. Her fangs were drawn but her eyes were focused on her mother only. She was nothing like the predatory First Family and yet everything like them.

I said, wondering if I’ve seen this man before. He was tall…dark skinned, eyes slowly sunken in with each passing second. He looked familiar but from where?

“Why isn’t the spell taking to you the way it is for them?”

The mother was just as every bit of a mythic as anybody else and apparently so was this man but… It didn’t matter. The moment he attempted to speak and weakly defend himself, I concluded he was a basic warlock at best. Little to no abilities, but still…I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen him before. That I know him from somewhere.

“In about 30 minutes, you will receive a phone call stating a murder has been committed at Drew Collins University–––” “WHAT?” A murder? At one of the schools in the Underground? I looked at my phone to check the date and time again to make sure I wasn’t losing my mind. That just didn’t happen at random.

pulled the girl’s hair up before turning her head to the side to look into her neck. Right away, I could see it was no bite or drainage from any vampiric being

but someone trying to appear that way. Still, work had to be done.

“She has something called Eclipsed Syndrome. Those are ones born during a solar eclipse. Sun fairies. Her hormones and moods are probably not regulated by anything involving nature whether it's the sun, moon, water…Most shifters, faes included, have something that their body reacts

“If you see a woman dressed in red…Turn around quick or you’ll end up dead,” I muttered underneath my breath as I continued to play the 5 second clip over and over again. “She doesn’t come knocking just to talk. She’s working roots so you won’t…walk…”

am just the familiar. The witness.

“Children?” I repeated. “Mmmm now…I heard he had a son…an heir that was born with red eyes, and a head full of white hair.”

A tick of a muscle, a common symptom of the average shifter and how sensitive they are to situations and surroundings. For once, the boyish charm he usually had was replaced with a brooding, almost sinister glare that felt…grim…

Marvin Holmes had stepped inside as Poette continued to dance. It was her. The song was about her. She was the devil. She was the predator, and he was unknowingly the prey. Maybe he knew and didn’t care but as soon as he stepped in, all became silent.

Trevor had crossed the room, eyes slowly straining with blood until they became fully red. His usual dark tight coils slowly fell into a wild crinkled braid out of pure white hair

as his hand reached for my neck to grab. The growing black fingernails sinking into my skin as his teeth slowly drew down into the...

There was no Poette or Marvin. No music, no crowd of people dancing. Just an abandoned house with no roof, crumbling foundation and a fully recognized vampire standing before me as a drop of saliva dripped from his fang. I reached to hold his wrist as my wings slowly opened and closed. His eyes were on me, staring, reading everything about my face until they fell on my lips. My heart kept steady, keeping myself calm until he slowly lowered his head, letting his mouth hover just above mine.

He lowered himself all the way down to my lips, slowly releasing the fangs back into his mouth and kissed me. His hand still gripped my neck, and I still held his arm but this kiss… I clamped my mouth down on his, remembering every guidebook on sexual relations and intimacy from the diagram to the positioning of the mouth, but I simply let him take control.

He was struggling to balance both energies within him because I could have sworn, I saw a flash of the predatory blood red eyes blink as his fingers locked in with mine.

Just like I knew, he wasn’t present anymore. The blood red eyes made him look nothing short of a demon. The fangs were slowly being drawn like venomous teeth from a snake and the white hair hung in its natural

state. His usual caramel complexion grew pale by the second.

I squirmed for a second, stiffening against the door until his lips and tongue clamped shut, closing in on the bite as he sucked, and I…. My body slowly melted into his. I hadn’t realized I let a moan escape until my hand that unintentionally held him back, fell at my side. The other hand that was behind me, holding onto the door that opened back in the opposite direction as our bodies stepped backwards.

The only other known mimic that was living today was Marvin T. Holmes and the grandson Bellamy Holmes are reported to have shown signs of it. There were folktales and Native stories told around the fire about the moon mimicking the sun to be out during the day, and that is why you would see the moon clear as day within blue skies and the sun just across it. Just as bright. The moon is believed to be the original white mark of the Holmes, but I wondered… “Trevor Coleman,” I read out loud as I stuck his note card

“That is what Poette was trying to achieve. She was trying to lure Marvin Holmes inside. She only had eyes for him and nobody else, even at that young age.” “Did he take advantage of her?” “Not from what I could see…” “If she was human than couldn’t this be who his wife

“That wouldn’t be appropriate to have sex a second time. Given your body type and your stamina, you could possibly give peak performance for a solid 15 to 17 minutes.

Lmfaoooo the time counting is taking me out

Mary, I need you to bake 45 cookies for the community church or–––” “Mary?” I repeated as Trevor smiled with a nod. My mind instantly went back to that night…that day turned night where I saw Poette getting ready and she kept calling on to her cousin. Mary…Mary was the one who buried herself underneath

I let it go after finding out another possible son in the First Family.

A Dubois’s work is always good. She was famous just like the mothers before her. You think this has something to do with him having a secret son, too? The heir to the First Family?”

“My brother is no longer available to fulfil his position at Drew Collins as you know,” Wilhelmina Holmes said as we stood on the elevator together. She was of course dressed in a rich black cloak of a dress.

Love the hints of whats going on at dcu while we are reading this book.It help put the tineline together

“In the coming months, there will be reports of students missing from different schools in the Underground. My nieces and nephews are pulling students they deemed fit for the trials. I will need you to turn a blind eye to this… There is a lab working with us that will provide you with each student’s information, parents, family lineage and basic background.

“He’s most likely the man you’re going to be with but just be careful. I hear baby cries when I look at you with him. I’m just not sure if it’s y'all baby or something else which is confusing…Have you slept with him already?”

The man that came to the house, the father…He is not human either nor do I think he’s the biological father of this daughter or whatever.”

Who is maggie dad orrrr

little black cat that would come to collect spirits and souls from the field? No, of course not. This is our first time meeting. We had a familiar that belonged to the Dubois. He would mostly oversee the fields but to me? He was my first and only pet that could talk. I loved Rufus down to the bone,” she exclaimed with her arms hugging her own body tight. “My mother thought it was weird that I was so infatuated with this cat who was essentially a grown ass man, but he was like an uncle to me. Uncle Rufus. Now,

I wonder what exactly she was seeing that the rest weren’t, but it was now apparent, whatever abilities she has comes from the witch side in her.

all. It made sense that Ace said she would be a perfect fit for him. I wonder if he knew as well.

Nah. I enjoy her but that’s all it will ever be for me.

“They’ve found a way to take their souls before death can, and borrow them for the night,” Damian said as he continued to take pictures. “Soon, after midnight, this entire place will be covered with wandering spirits in human form that are free to leave for the first time if they choose.”

anyone. Fear,” I sniffed as I closed my eyes, “is a terrible thing to live your life by. I may be a lot of things…I may lack social awareness, the average display of emotions one needs to communicate, and I may not be like most women here…but Terry Clarke would always say, what you fear owns your bones, what you face, bows to your soul.”

“I like you, Himora.” Trevor said in a low voice. “Fuck…I actually really like you…I might be falling in fucking love with you, and I don’t…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or say about it. I just feel something with

“Grandma Lettie?”

I clamped my mouth shut to keep from screaming when I saw her mouth was cut from ear to ear with her tongue missing and her eyes, gone. Her face was beaten so badly, she was barely recognizable.

“Siblings? Twins?”

The little girl suddenly looked around before looking up at Himora with a small smile. “Sissy,” she whispered in a raspy voice. “No, my name is Himora Clarke–––” “Girl,” I snapped under my breath. “Let her call you Sissy.” “That is not my name.”

“A woman,” the child spirit said in a raspy voice. “Found out the man she loved…did her wrong… He was a monster…in disguise.”

“She became bitter and cold when he wanted nothing to do with her and came to me again to be released from his hold…When you deal with a man like that, you are tied to him for life…That blood…they just need one drop of your blood, and you are tainted with their poison. He knew that…he knew he was slowly driving her crazy. He was driving her to insanity, and she eventually turned it on her children…”