Grinch X Martha Novels & Stories

Martha welcomes me in with a warm smile, motioning to the other staff to take my bag, my blazer coat, and black pinstripe fedora. I smile warmly at her in return and walk up the stairs to the Dinning hall. The clattering of utensils and low chattering echoes across the walls as I ascend the stairs but the moment I step into the scene, it becomes dead silent. They all turn their heads to watch me stride over to a seat and sit down. When I am fully settled I raise my head and stare right back at their faces, mirroring each expression they each send at me. Gracie's face contorts into a look of disgust, she sneers at me and I sneer back.

they responded in unison, matching grins plastered across their faces. 'Men! Such simple creatures with even simpler desires!' she thought, shaking her head in silent amusement. "Well, I'm a woman of many talents," she declared with a playful wink, to which both men nodded enthusiastically. Martha seethed internally, her frustration mounting. 'I am completely losing face. What should I do? Every time she manages to best me. Christine cannot continue getting away with this. I must think of something!'

As far as she knew, Martha was the only one in Manthella who had blood that would be compatible; providing it was the same type as hers. She had herself so worked up about the subject, that by the time she reached the house her legs could barely support her. She assumed Tristan was watching out of the window because as soon as her legs began to buckle he was racing off the porch and down the path to sweep her into his powerful arms. She felt weak and helpless, yet secure and happy, as she rested her cheek against his broad chest. Chloe’s sudden change in condition not only took Martha by surprise, but it concerned her. “She was happy and animated while at the farm. I noticed her getting

Matthew however no longer felt embarrassed and in fact lifted Martha’s face by her chin and implanted a deep kiss on Martha’s glossy lips. The kiss lasted for not more than 10 seconds and it was Martha who had backed out of it. As quickly as she withdrew herself from the kiss, she made quick steps towards the encampment and after a few steps, she stopped and turned behind to Matthew “Let’s get back to the encampment or other might get worried” As she lost the sight of Matthew after turning back and walking towards the encampment, a smile made its way on Martha’s lips since deep inside, she was melting like a hot chocolate by remembering the tender way in which Matthew had lifted her chin and