Johanna Mason Novels & Stories

“Wait, my child. Stay for at least ten minutes. Talk to us. At least go see your aunt. I can’t prepare anything for you to eat, but Sona will be here soon and she’ll bring something.” “Really? Where is Sona?” Magdalena asked angrily. At the same time, she took out the sandwiches she had bought at the airport for the journey and placed them on the table for them. “Sona is at work. She works in a restaurant washing dishes and usually comes home late.” “I can’t wait for her today, but when she comes, tell her to be home tomorrow morning.” Nazi did not know the truth. Sona worked in a low-class whorehouse in the area. She worked as a prostitute, mostly serving truck drivers. She earned very litt

Mason stood up from the front of the bus to look at the baker’s dozen children in their seats. They all ranged in age from three to ten, just as they ranged in their abilities. One little girl, Jade, had easily won my Mason over. She was only three years old and, like me, had a physical mutation that was reptilian… more lizard than a snake, but still, there were visible scales on her face, her winter jacket and pants hiding the others.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Then it lingered on the unfamiliar lady. She had Edward in her embrace, her long red hair falling over her bare shoulders. Watching the way she had put on the airs of the lady of the house - it wasn't hard to guess that this was the Irina. Jason rarely brought people home, but he had made an exception for this one person. And Edward never liked it when strangers carried him, but he looked all snuggled up in her embrace - so it had to be true. I bit my tongue, feeling incredibly bitter - not out of jealousy, but out of the desperate need to exact revenge.

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

Marcus sat in his office seething with rage. He was meeting with Queen Dominique to discuss other possible solutions to their situation, but the woman was pissing him off. When he had told her about what happened with Theo and Leah, the insufferable woman had just laughed it off. She had the audacity to claim it wasn’t her problem. That she wasn’t responsible for one of her own clan members going rogue. Marcus leaned forward in his seat, glaring daggers at the woman. “What do you mean, you’re not responsible for his actions? He was your clan member and he attacked my daughter!”

Finally I got a job. Anita, the senior assistant of this house, drive me to Mr. Kusuma Adijaya's house. On the way, Anita explained about him. He is the eldest son of Great Madame, and has one daughter named Amelia Adijaya. His daughter is already in the second grade of junior high school. My job is to take care of the house from A to Z and once a week Anita will come to check everything in written reports. Including cooking, shopping, tidying up the house, until financial reports.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

As planned, Isabel and her pack warriors got up early to leave the next day since her work in the Greenwood pack was complete. Dylan was downstairs, probably saying goodbye to his brothers while Isabel was in his bedroom getting dressed in the new clothes Dylan got for her after hers got ripped the previous night during the war. She was wearing her lita ankle boots when someone knocked on the door. “Come in.” She quietly said, and the door slowly opened to reveal Jane, Dylan’s mom.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.