Hail Mary Novels & Stories

She thoroughly painted Hazel as a dirty slut in her determination to throw as much mud at her and thoroughly besmirch her name. Mary's brows drew together in a livid frown. Her disgust and hatred toward Hazel ran deeper than the Pacific Ocean. She looked at Hazel with abject loathing, not only because of how she had married her son, but also because she reminded her of the person she hated the most. Since the first time they had met, Mary had this niggling feeling of familiarity when she saw Hazel. The aversion she felt toward her came naturally, but she had no idea why at the time. When Albert reprimanded her yesterday, she suddenly understood.

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I wonder why this happens all of sudden, she doesn't even tell me if she's sick. "Hi, Is this Mr. Kevin Valencia?" Now who is this, I couldn't even recognize his voice. I wonder how he knew my name. "Yes, who is this?" "This is from Lacidem Medical Institute. Do you perhaps know Ms. Divina Valencia?You are the one that is written in her card in case of emergency." Mom. "She's my mom, is there anything wrong with her?" I can't remember her being sick, so why does she's in a hospital?

It was written in caps lock. HI! IT IS MARIA. UJU IS DEAD. 9 13 9 19 19 21 SEE YOU SOON!

Instead, a sharp, familiar sweetness hit the back of his throat. Mateo froze. He reached into the inner pocket of his navy suit jacket, his fingers brushing against the stolen silk panties from Club Máscara. He didn't pull them out, but he pressed the fabric against his palm. The scent of heavy jasmine and sweet silver glitter drifted up from his pocket. It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room.

This situation is so fucked. "It's Miles, it's Miles," Dawn started to chant. "Where's his head? Where is it? Where is his head?" she kept repeating like a mad woman.

“Okay, Martha straight from the bible. Why do you hide and not appear like me? No… no… let me answer that one for you. It’s because you really don’t have the power to do it. That’s it, isn’t it, Martha from the bible? You have no real power.” My chair trembled as the candle flames rose to almost three feet high. “Dost thy wish to witness the power of I, ghost?” “Ghost?” Lily laughed. “I’m no mere ghost, Mary from the bible. I’m Lily McCarthy. I’m sure you know the name. My ancestors beat the pants off of yours in every magic contest there was. Now, be gone. You clearly don’t have the power to face me.”

she screamed at the top of her voice because the music was too loud. “You think you can drug me and come out to have some fun, you slut!” he hit her across the face. For a minute, her left eye had gone blind. She held that side of her face and cursed him. She tried to fight back. Then, he pulled his belt and started hitting her harder and left her almost dead. She woke up the next day and couldn’t realize where she was, ‘am I dead? Am I in heaven already She saw two ladies putting on a white dress and they were smiling, ‘are they angels smilingly receiving me? I haven’t lived a good life so why am I in heaven?’

TARDINESS was one of the negative traits that don't exist in his vocabulary. Nevertheless, Ira Miguel had to break his rule because of the annoying traffic jam. He could've requested his driver to give them a ride because the latter had better knowledge of shortcuts, but he didn't have the heart to do so. Sukrru needed to prepare for his daughter's eighteenth birthday celebration tonight. So off they go.

[Hurt] Scarcely feel a hard fabric on her sore wrist. That's hurting. She opens her heavy eyelid. It is a dark room. Aubrey feels a sudden burning sensation inside her. "Um...ah." She shiver when the sensation grasped her whole body. Her breath is throaty and sharp. Her gaze shifts in the room. A black figure sitting on the chair. "H..Help," Aubrey begs for help. "Hahaha...Mr.Evan Cooper's wife asking help from me?"