Beware The Stare Of Mary Shaw Novels & Stories

Joel pointed out. “And I am clearly over that. I need to know that you will stand watch. I can take bathing here, but not someone is sneaking up on me,” Mary said. “I gave my word. Don’t you worry about any peeping Tom? You have me on watch duty,” Joel assured her. Then he pretended to tip his hat, “Ma’am.” “Okay, then,” Mary said.

Mary stood there, frozen and staring into space. What an unlucky day for her. She did not know if to turn around, or to just run away. Just cross to the other side and run away. She was still trying to decide what to do when she felt someone tap her from behind. Her breath increased, she could even hear her own heartbeat even though amidst the noises from vehicles on the road. Mary turned around amidst heavy breathing and profuse sweating. What a day to choose to wear makeup.

Stephen was a smooth-talking businessman through and through, definitely not easy to deal with at all. And so, with each of them holding their own thoughts, the dinner finally came to an end. Before Stephen left, Stellar walked him to the door. Mary watched them go, their figures side by side in an oddly harmonious way. She narrowed her eyes, unable to hold back one last jab. "Mr. Ward, you seem a bit too thin. I’d guess you don’t exercise much. A man with such a weak frame can hardly be relied upon to protect a young lady. I’d suggest working out more."

“Okay listen to me carefully… carry your bag and leave. Right now.” Nora frowned. “…Why?” “Because I know you,” Mary said bluntly. “And this is how embarrassment starts.” Nora scoffed. “Excuse me? I’m not embarrassing myself.” Mary laughed dryly. “Oh really? Because your track record says otherwise.” Nora rolled her eyes. “I’m just sitting here. Drinking my coffee. Minding my business.” “And staring at him,” Mary added. “…I’m not staring.” “You literally took a picture.”

Daemon doesn’t even pretend—he smirks, leaning back comfortably. Darius looks like he wants to flip the table over. Mary narrows her eyes at them. “I swear upon the goddess,” she mutters, “if one more of you draws blood over Rain, I will personally knock your heads together. Do you hear me?” “Mary,” Draven begins, “with respect—” “No,” she snaps, pointing a spoon at him. “Not a single word unless you want it smacked into the back of your skull.” Storm howls with laughter inside my mind.

We don't need the sales department! Dark spots began appearing in my vision. Mary's bold claim made my stomach ache once more. "Cut the act," Mary commented with a disdainful scoff. "You're just a woman destined to serve others and play the second fiddle. It serves you right to drink yourself to death."

The town was alive with gossip, and the festival gave it a stage. A few stalls down, I noticed a familiar flash of sharp eyes—Mary. She was leaning against the candy stand, pretending to examine jars of colored sugar, but her attention was unmistakably fixed on us. Her posture relaxed, almost casual, but every subtle twitch of her fingers, every tilt of her head, screamed calculation. My stomach dropped. Heat pooled low from embarrassment, the kind that made you want to disappear. I tightened my grip on Grayson’s hand, pressing closer to his side.

“Safe journey to you and I look forward to seeing you when you return.” When one of the men walked by with the gutted carcass of a stag, Mary’s stomach revolted. Her cheeks puffed out as she sucked air through her nose to keep from vomiting there in front of Edward and Laird McDonald. There’d already been far too much drama the last time the laird visited, and she had no desire to start another fracas by losing the contents of her stomach all over his boots. She hastily made the excuse that she needed to see Gertie so she could supervise the storing of the provisions and bolted before Edward could remark.

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.

Mary traced the maid's gaze to her chest. Realizing she was naked, she grabbed the duvet hastily. She clothed her chest, embarrassed as hell. She looked away from the maid with red cheeks, “I apologize for gaping” the maid apologized, strolling further into the room. Furthermore, she placed the tray of breakfast on a table next to Mary. Done with that, she gave a light bow before exiting the room. “How embarrassing. F*** you Cole” Mary mumbled. Her stomach rumbled, indicating she was downright hungry.