Hedy Lamarr Novels & Stories

He also wanted to keep it that way. She’d somehow knotted her hair up and tucked as much as she could into the cloche hat he’d provided for her. He wasn’t sure how she did that because he’d not thought of pins or other little things. He’d never liked the new slouch hats, but a human woman named Greta Garbo made them popular. Women loved them and it suited his purpose. She could tuck her scarlet tresses away like a dirty secret that only he had the pleasure of experiencing.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

They said they didn’t take anything or put it on top so it was impossible for them. I opened it and a lot of paper came out to me again. I immediately remembered the necklace with the M pendant. I hid it in my bag and I wasn’t wearing it anymore because I forgot so I took it immediately. I looked again. I shook it and put it around my neck. I started looking at the papers. Maybe my Mom or Dad has a letter here. Or maybe there are important documents here. ‘Certificate of Deposit’? I frowned at what I had read. Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans.

Persephone said but my mind was still processing the words I had just heard. "So you accept," I needed confirmation, "you'll be mine. You'll marry me and become my wife?" "Yes—" I had my lips on hers before she could say anything further, picking her up in my arms and spinning her around. She giggled, the sound doing this weird fluttering thing to my heart. This woman had agreed to become my wife and by doing so, she had made me the happiest man to walk this earth. And, I knew I would be spending the rest of my life proving to her and myself that I deserved her. Because, if anyone could bring even a shred of light into my darkness, it was this woman. It would forever be this woman. Quinn Har

she said, afraid that she might have been too obvious. “Your face looks very familiar” the lady added. On hearing this Amira’s heart started thumping. “You must be the wife of the blacksmith” the lady said getting even closer to her. With great relieve that she wasn’t recognized, she face her and played along. “I’m vina” the lady said extending her hand for a hand shake. “I....I’m , Am .....m... Mika” Amira stuttered. Vina chatted with her for a bit, and she noticed she loved talking. But then she was such a beautiful lady and she wandered what brought her here.

I hope he didn’t get shot or something. “Yes and he is watching you through the mirror.” He says, making me look at the mirror on the wall in front of me. “Well, I don’t care about Lucas. I just asked because I am a polite person.” I say, making him chuckle. “Miss Warner, you’ve been subjected to a very confidential part of the CIA’s mission to take down drug rings around the country. You have to sign a number of documents, promising complete silence on this matter.” he says as he keeps a few documents in front of me.

Ryan did not deserve to even be near her. “I am Ruth, Hendrix’s wife.” I said holding out my hand. “I’m Neria,” A beautiful name for a beautiful angel.

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

"You knew?" "Not the details. But the general shape of it?" She nodded slowly. "It is not exactly a secret among people who pay attention. Lila wanted Cassian. She made her interest known before any of this arrangement started but your father refused to put her forward." Darcy paused. "Alpha Bonn directed it toward you instead." I stared at her. "And nobody told me this." "Would it have changed anything?" Probably not but that was not the point.

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.