John Marston Novels & Stories

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

I remark, not sure what the point was. "Maiden Notes is an anagram for Damian Stone." Damian remarks looking highly of himself. "So what? So you own the building. Big freaking deal. That still doesn't explain why you're here." Damian, however, looks over at me with a weird expression on his face, almost as if he finds it sexy that I continue to challenge him.

- I ask seriously. — Because my marriage is more complicated than yours. - replies Mr.X. — So we need distractions and joy in our life. Thinking of you makes me as happy as your presence ... That doesn’t mean we’re going to skip our weddings. — You’re drunk. - I say smiling. — That’s why you’re saying these things. Do not worry, my friend, tomorrow you will regret saying all these things. —No, I’m not. By the way, if anyone should be drunk here, that person is you. - claims X smiling.

David shrugged and rolled his shoulders. "That is thoughtful of him," John chuckled as he jerked his head backward. "So, Josh, every minute we spend together just further pins you down to damnation," he moved closer to Josh, "let’s go straight to the point now, shall we? Who hired you to kill Mr. Clarkson and Mr. Astor? You can try to lie or withhold the name and that would only worsen things for you. See my partner here," he pointed to Martha, "she does not mind punching you into goo. I am the one stopping her from doing that. She will be thrilled to do that, so if you won't do it my way and just talk, she will beat it out of you," he cocked his head and smirked as he snappily kneaded the b

“This is him?” “Yes, John Marshall, nothing notable about him either, just a hired gun who works security in the vault, No spouse, two children that are practically homeless and a mountain of unpayable debt, his schedule is predictable, Work, bars, whorehouses then he goes home to gamble in online betting events, He's a proper piece of trash.” “The perfect candidate, A true pile of human garbage.” Leo interjected.

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

“In what order do you value these three things: your country, your family, and your personal autonomy?” It continues like this with a handful of other questions, all that I assume are supposed to give the headmaster and other judges (maybe teachers?) an idea of her character. With each answer, the judges' reactions are hard to read. Their faces remain stony, their entire personalities distant. “Henry Roba.” Headmaster Stroud moves on to the boy standing next to Trixie. “If Hawthorn were to catch fire and you could only go into it to save one person, who would that be?”

Mr Black wasn't As he seemed, She was only intentionally blinding herself from the truth with her so called love. "Earth to Grace". Jason had come with their lunch, Grace blinked twice, Her Eyes felt stiff from not blinking, she quickly faked a smile and feigned excitement for the usual glazed Donuts that was being pushed to her. "Wow, It scents Good". Grace said taking a sniff of the donuts.

MAXWELL MURRAY A young man is seen sitting before a swimming pool. A pipe was hung in his lips which he held at intervals and dragged smoke out. He is starring into the water and across it. But in reality he was staring into blankness. His facial features are hardened and his thoughts deep.

I hesitated, but curiosity pulled me forward. As we walked, he gestured toward the tombstones, speaking names I didn’t recognize. “Johnathan Marks. He was one of the first men to stand against the mayor when he tried to sell the town’s land to developers. Disappeared one night. Turned up weeks later, throat slit, floating in the river.”