Anne X Marcy の小説・ストーリー

“She just needs you by her side. The two of you have been through…” “You haven’t seen her when I did. The man broke her face, literally broke it. Had it not been for Alexander’s blood in her system, the bones wouldn’t have healed as fast as they have. You saw her wolf refusing to shift last week. She is in more pain than she anyone should handle, especially since Ariana was the one who wanted to kill her” I said, and mom’s eyes softened before she wrapped her arm around me. I sighed and kissed the crown of her head before hugging her back “I’m sorry for the gap that was created between the two of us. I never knew how corrupted others could be when it concerned…”

Now, she's getting more reasons to conclude that Jeniva is mentally unstable. She even have Julia as well? And she complains that they have small things that didn't please her cunt in the deepest stinking place. How dare she? “Just shut the fuck!” Martha bellowed. She glared at Jeniva with a killing intent and continued “You among all people know that Junxi and I are seeing each other. You know that I love him and he's the only one I have as my man. I got you good opportunities and often pushed you towards the best resources in the industry.

Okay, let me explain, I said to her. When I was coming to work this morning, waiting for the bus, Endrick saw me and he persuaded me to give me a ride to the company but I declined. You what! She exclaimed. You mean you declined the request of Endrick to give you a lift to the company. 'Wow’, she added. Mary, don't you know almost all the female workers working in this particular company always wish for such an opportunity, even only once, but you declined. See Sandra, you can't understand. I said. Okay Mary what's there that I can't understand, she queried.

Mariah POV I lost track of how many days I been here, and I still haven’t met the mystery woman. After a few days I was transfer to a room that didn’t have a window to look outside just a toilet and a skimpy mattress on the floor. The door has a slot that only opens through the outside so I can’t open it to see if I can see anything or anyone. The only two people I see are Austin and his stepsister Julia who tries to sneak me some snack through the slot whenever Austin isn’t around. I try begging her to let me go but she said that if she did Austin wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. I feel so bad for the girl if I manage to get out of here, I’m taking her with me. I miss my parents, brother, my

Mara whispered and I faced her, Ready to hear gossip. "What happened?? " I asked, and she looked at Betty before talking. "When Anna left, she escaped. Actually she tried poisoning Tom and Tim's coffee and Ryan caught him." When they asked her to test it, she removed it, and disappeared. "No one knows where she is now" Mara said, and my eyes widened no jar this drop,

Ian took a file bag from his assistant and dumped its contents onto the table. Papers and photographs were scattered everywhere. "You've hurt Angela again and again for this woman," he said coldly. "Now look carefully at who she really is." He jabbed at the evidence. "She tells people she came back to Sunnydale after finishing her studies, blaming her ruined reputation on bad luck with men. But the truth? She's nothing but a shallow, greedy woman! She got involved with a married man for money, drove his wife in her fifties to her death, and only then came crawling back here in disgrace.

I was so over hiding and letting my anxiety control me. "We should go back," Helene said, and I nodded. We made our way back to the Den. People dipped their heads slightly in respect as we passed. They greeted Helene too, which nearly made her burst with pride. "I'm going to check on Marcy," I told my mom before climbing the second flight of stairs and making my way to Marcy's room. After a soft knock, I gently pushed the door open and let myself in. She was sitting in front of her laptop, attending her online classes while writing whatever she could in her notebook. I stayed by the door, watching, not wanting to interrupt or distract her.

I could hear Marcy shifting in her chair, suddenly completely alert. “Oh, dirt? I love dirt,” Marcy said, her voice turning sharp and greedy. “Is it about Torin, the pack lines have been very quiet lately, my readers are getting bored, they want bloody things.” “It is about that girl, Victoria Raine, the one who used to wipe the floors in our estate pretending to be Torin's girlfriend,” I told her, my eyes locking onto my own reflection in the gold mirror across the room. Marcy let out a loud, disappointed sigh over the line, the sound of her breath rushing through the phone speaker.