Carolyn Marie Reads Novels & Stories

“No, they’re alright. And yes, we’ll be at the library.” “Okay, see you at breakfast.” Marianne puts down the phone, wondering why and what they are doing there at this time. She had seen Lt. Carl Anderson before, a polite handsome man. Dr. John Reeds, the blonde handsome genius psychologist whom she admires for his work. And, maybe the third one is Annie’s Michael?” She giggles at the relatedness. “He must be handsome too, Annie wouldn’t have been smitten if he isn’t.” She laughs. She looks at the time and it’s 6am. Annie would be coming to see her at 7am, she couldn’t wait for that long so she called one of the maids to help her have a wash and informed them about the three guests.

After a moment of quiet, Marie said, “I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm not folding in a cool, collected tone.” Kara's laugh was sharp and low. “Aaron always adored a woman with the ability to burn, so do you really think that little First Lady of the Mansion act will keep you safe? You appear to be flinching at the sight of a candle.” At last, Marie moved forward, her eyes steely now but still serene. “And it appears that you mistake chaos for depth. I am not here to perform to thrash or to yell. I belong here, which is why I'm here.”

I was trying to control my voice, calm and forced, as I tightened my grip on the folder. She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "You probably forgot no one would miss any details related to Carx. I might know the other information, but it's not mine to tell. Just curious," she chuckled and sipped the wine. I noticed how Marie shifted her glances from me to Trexon. Silently waiting for more, is there a need for me to explain? Marisa was surprised, but there's a part of her where her expression was satisfied as she looked at me. "Carx Gomes?" she even asked.

she murmured as she flipped through the pages. “I came across an article that jumped out at me. I did not think it was possible, but here you are telling me it is possible,” she continued to murmur as she hurried to locate the page. “Sweetheart, take a breath,” Carson encouraged. Marly looked up at each of us and then smiled.

Marie informed me. "Oh, in that case, let me slink along in your shadow. By the way, my Christian name is Renfield," I noted seriously. She looked at me as we walked down the hallway. "I have read Dracula before," she studied me. "Amazons read!" I gasped. "With all of this colored-coded crap around here, I assumed you were all illiterate." "You are interesting," she nodded. AH SHIT! Not interesting again. The Amory guards didn't notice either of us. We took the elevator up, stopped at the ground floor to pick Brielle and her companion.