Novel & Cerita I'm In Love With Mary Jane

Clarice, the mean queen, stalked up to me. "So, it's you, idiot!" she sneered. "I'm not an idiot," I retorted, keeping my voice even. Before I could react, Pretty slapped me hard. "How dare you talk back?" Pink stepped forward, her eyes narrowed. "Let's make ourselves clear, leave Vincent alone." Annoyance flared in my chest. "Why should I? Because it pains you that he loves me?" Clarice's face twisted in fury. "You dare" she hissed, then her voice dropped to an ominous whisper, "No problem. Be sure that something trouble awaits you."

With a click, he pulled the slide to load a bullet, producing a metallic sound. "So you'll have to take responsibility. Now it's okay, right?" Looking at the gun barrel pointed at his face, Eugene thought: So this is what they call an offer you can't refuse. "...Yes." Valentine smiled gently, his eyes forming crescents. Then, with the gun still pointed at Eugene's temple, he pressed their lips together. The kiss, given under the pretense of being threatened with a gun, tasted like cheap strawberry candy. On the left is the Brooklyn Bridge, and on the right are the Manhattan Bridge and the East River. Beyond the bridges, Manhattan's forest of buildings is barely visible. This is the view from

Leaning down, I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, relishing the warmth that spread through my chest. Was I actually falling in love with this woman? That wasn’t possible was it? I could easily break the contract because I made it in the first place but now it seemed like a fucking hard thing to do. Somehow I wanted to stay married to her,for her to carry my child as planned. BELLA’s POV “You are totally falling for your husband!” MaryJane said incredulously. She looked excited and her eyes twinkled. She was at my shop and stuffing her face with a large plate of ice cream she had practically forced me to buy her.

Even though we are in a serious relationship, I still got my own life. Looked at the whole room again, frowned at my wardrobe because I do not know how I will pack my clothes in just a short time. Only if Nancy was home, she would have helped me do some things. I walked out and followed the stairs down and then i spotted Mrs. Maryjane with her lover Timothy. Well, the woman is a divorcee but also plays the sugar mummy games. No matter how hard i try to avoid her, it seemed impossible. My heels called her attention even before i walked closer and she turned to my direction with a bold smile.

🌿20🌿 🌿Lucas’s POV🌿 “You what? Jesus Christ! Since when did it start, man?” Mario asked really surprised. I sighed deeply, shook my head. “I honestly don’t know when it started. Maybe when I was dating Daniella, and she started getting jealous. I don’t know.” Mario laughed. “Love is sure a strange thing, you know. Sometimes, it just comes out of the blues.” I looked at Mario and smiled. “Are you in love you? With Octavia?”

I say. "You think a lot about yourself, don't you? Tommy, you have one reality to face. Dante is a much better catch than you are. As a matter of fact, I will leave you in a second if I can have him. You are nothing, and I do not believe Isabella will return to you. She has one of the most attractive, well-sought-after men. Why would she return to you when she can marry him? You are a loser, Tommy, and I'm so angry with myself for being with you. I could have been with a man like Dante if I had not been with you. I should have let my uncle and my father arrange a marriage for me in the Italian mafia. But no, I am stuck with you," Mary says. I ignore her. Mary is not worthy of me. I know I ca

“I’ll try.” “Good. And next time, you’re telling me about Ethan. No excuses.” Mary Jane rolled her eyes. “I just served him coffee once, girl. There’s nothing to tell.” Betty raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh, sure. And I’m a nun” Mary Jane laughed. “We’ll see.” As they parted ways, Mary Jane felt a deep sense of gratitude for Betty. But as she walked home alone, her thoughts turned back to Ethan. Maybe some things were just too complicated to risk.

She is going to hate me when she finds out that I am about to break her son's heart. ''Ugh Isabella, how did this happen?'' I screamed to myself. I soon took a shower, and when I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Mary there talking to Mia. '' Good morning Mary,'' I greeted her with a smile on my face and I looked around, wondering where my breakfast was. '' Mary, don't you love me anymore,'' I let out and Mary looked at me with confusion. '' What do you mean? I love you, my little girl,' Mary said with a smile on her face.

“But Dr. Levitt won’t listen! He insists that you come pick him up. Dr. Jones, please, I’m begging you to just do him the favor this once.” Mary looked at the man she admired, her heart aching. He was lying drunk on the table, muttering, “Sheila, Sheila…” He truly loved Dr. Jones. It was a pity Dr. Jones did not love him back, and the reality was, no matter what he did, Dr. Jones would not love him.

It looked like he was catching fun, from what happened in the morning. But as for me, I was down, especially about my sick dad in the hospital. I tried my best just to overlook the uncalled nuisance he was causing in the reception, not knowing that Sandra was monitoring my facial expressions. She tapped me with her shoes and whispered in my ear. Mary, can't you see Endrick? I can see him. I replied. So why are you avoiding him, she added.