Grinch X Martha Novels & Stories

Martha staggered back, her face was glowing with hidden merriment — a whimper of relief quietly flew out of her trembling lips. "BUT…that doesn't mean that you have to involve your dirty nose where it doesn't belong!" Jiyeon growled and warned soon after she had sharply turned her eyes at Martha, while her face twisted into an unwelcoming grin. Martha — as alleviated as she was, vigorously nodded her head, smiling happily for the first time since she was under Jiyeon's thumb.

Halle retorted and leaned in again to capture his lips between her teeth. In that moment of bliss, the kitchen door swung open, and Martha walked in, her graceful energy oozing off her as usual. She was wearing a white dress that hugged her curves and reached her ankles, pairing it up with blood-red heels that looked so fucking fantastic! She wore a knowing smile as she observed Halle and Xavier, her eyes twinkling with warmth. “Buona sera, Ragazzi!” Martha greeted them, her voice filled with affection. Halle and Xavier exchanged glances, momentarily interrupted from their intimate moment. They both managed a smile, curious about Martha’s sudden appearance.

It was good being close to Griffin again. "Yes but I never knew you worked here," Griffin smiled, as he bit into his burger. "Well, it's a sister company to where I used to work so technically, I'm new here myself." "So you don't know much about Martha Stan?" Griffin felt the woman was so creepy. "Oh, she's a remarkable woman. She lost her family, went into depression and later lost her only son to cancer. She is a very strong woman." Griffin sympathized with Martha. "I see, that's bad," he sadly let out. "So how are you, girls?" He was asking about Mercedes. He missed her but couldn't stay with her in a penthouse Nathan purchased.

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.