Grinch X Martha Novels & Stories

I thought under my breath, toes curling in my sandals. “Huh? What do you mean?” Martha poured me a glass—thankfully not quite as full as her own—and screwed the bottle shut again, putting it somewhere down the table. “I mean that she can take down grown Alphas and make them look like amateurs.” “Martha, please,” I whined, my fingers curling around the glass, squirming in my seat. “Hush, dear! I am proud of you.” “Not something I would be happy about,” I murmured under my breath, swirling the liquid in my glass, watching as it sloshed around the rim. Taking a sip, my shoulders slouched, the bitter taste flooding my mouth.

He went on, "Maybe what I'm really hoping for is that seeing it in person will disgust me enough that I'll get up and leave and never look back. On the other hand maybe what I want more that anything is to take Martha home and treat her the way I always was supposed to, so she'll never have to do anything like this again. I honestly don't know." Bill was sitting in the easy chair in the living room when Martha came in to the living room in nothing but high heels, nylons and a garter belt. She did a slow turn and said, "How do I look guys?" Bill looked at her and I could see the hunger on his face, but all he said was, "You look very nice Martha." She turned toward me, but I was saved from ha

her cynical voice echoed and I clenched my fists. “Martha, what is wrong with you?” I snapped, pulling her arm tight. “Have you lost your mind? Why are you making such a huge scene?” She yanked her hand off of mine and pointed her frail finger in my face. “Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on me ever again.” She warned and that was when Jonathan returned. “What’s happening here?” His commanding voice shut Martha up and she folded her arms over her chest. “I was just wondering if this perfect trophy wife of yours has told you about her past and who she really is..” she spat.

Martha looked with unflinching eyes back at him. He pushed past her going back to the open area. He stood looking at the dirty, hungry, hunched over men and women patiently waiting for a plate of food. Disgusted by their sight he had the urge to kick someone but instead just left the building. Martha had help from two girls from the group of people helping her. She carefully keeps an eye on the back. She had noticed one man stayed behind but he was playing games on his phone. Julie and Tina carefully start to move from beneath the clothes. It was desperate thinking and a most foolish plan that made them disappeared beneath the mountain of clothes. Lucky for them Martha’s intervention saved t

“And you, you old fart — you’re far worse! You cannot sell people!” “Yael!” Martha raised her hand, ready to slap me. “You ungrateful son of bitch — how dare you!” "Martha." Alpha Ahbaya interrupted before Martha’s palm could connect against my cheek. Her green eyes glowed as she smiled, showing all of her wicked smile. She used her influence to rid off Martha. "Take your money and leave us alone. I’ll take it from here, old nasty witch."

“So, when’s Alex popping the question?” Martha grinned, her eyes sparkling. Without a word, she lifted her hand, revealing a glittering diamond ring. My jaw dropped. “Martha! When did this happen?” “Last week,” she said, practically glowing. “I was going to tell you, but someone decided to get married without inviting me.” I winced, guilt flashing across my face. “Fair point.” We burst into laughter, the tension breaking. Just then, the first raindrops began to fall, soft and cool against our skin.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

Martha yelled excitedly as she launched herself onto the bed on the right, which just so happened to be the bed that was closest to the big window that took up most of the wall. “Shh!” I hushed her harshly while throwing one of the pillows from my bed at her, in part to send the message and to also get revenge on her from taking the bed with the view. “Shut up you fat cow, we have neighbors!” Martha adjusted herself to a more comfortable position,“Meh, neighbors schmeighbors. I wanna crash.” “Not until after the meeting. Which, might I remind you, we have to get ready for.”

Robert, who hated seeing her angry, was quick to pull her back and apologize. Back in the present, Martha smiled at the memory. "What a fool," she muttered. "Why are you smiling?" Alex, who had just woken up, inquired. "Just some memory," Martha replied. "I hope I'm part of that memory," Alex Wright said and pulled her closer to himself. Martha giggled like a teenager and let herself relax in his hold. "You know, you should reduce the rate at which you call me. You almost put me in trouble last night," Martha complained.