Hedy Lamarr Novels & Stories

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

The single word from her was full of oppression. The storm in Sienna’s eyes was about to burst out. Her face, which always appeared calm and indifferent, was covered with a layer of frost at this moment. Harlan was stunned for a moment. This was the first time Sienna had taken the initiative to talk with him. He grinned cheekily and said, “Hedy Lamarr! The stage actress gained popularity all over the world and was named the most beautiful woman in the capital city! She also happened to be the b*tch that everyone knows about! Wahahaha!”

The moment I sat on the soft surface, the cameraman gave me a hand gesture as a signal that the show… finally commences. It was at that moment. A clicking sound on the floor, footsteps coming towards the stage. The figure of a person slowly revealing from the darkness. And as light finally shun upon its face, a figure of a woman appears—revealing the former no. 1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother.

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

“People. Places. Fragments. Some of them matched with families who got closure. Some didn’t.” She flipped through the pages, fingers tracing faded ink. Then she stopped at one entry and tore it out gently. “This page… he mentioned three names more than once. A woman named Evelyn Hart, another called Mariam or maybe Odessa, and something else — a code or maybe a name — ‘F.R.E.Y.” My breath caught. “Frey?” She shook her head. “No — he spelled it out letter by letter. Repeatedly. Whispering, sometimes shouting.”

“What did you see in that girl for you to be fussing over her like that?” “She’s just unusual. She’s got little shadow on her, that’s all.” Margarette’s mind wandered as she spoke. “And, you’re worrying about her because she has a shadow?” “No. I’m worried because she’s losing her shadow, Finrod. And that lady who just left us has very little shadow left.” Realizing the depth of her thoughts, she shifted to a lighter mood and pushed the issue away. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” “I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.”

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

A rosy flush adorned her cheeks, adding a touch of youthful vibrance to her complexion. Her lips, painted with a subtle shade of lipstick, curved into an inviting smile that could light up a room. Her hair, tousled in soft brown waves, framed her face in a carefree yet alluring manner. Despite the late hour and the effects of the party, Tim's words echoed in my mind. He was right—Mary was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid my eyes on. How had I ended up with her? It was a question I often pondered, one that still left me in disbelief at times.