Marie X Stein Novels & Stories

“Steven's convinced Alden is the reason William is the way he is.” Marie sighed. This was a conversation she had tried to have with Steven but was careful to bring up. They chatted more around Steven’s birthday party, James' girlfriend and his work as a cop. As they chatted, Marie tried to fill in the questionnaire for the award she was entering Steven in for. She had fought tooth and nail to get in contact with the awarding body to ask for every single criteria that could hinder Steven from emerging as an awardee. Now, she sat filling in the answers, she felt incredibly proud of Steven King. Apart from being a billionaire business tycoon, he was indeed an exceptional creative man whose foot

Marie sighed, familiar with this conversation. "You mean what's best for the family business, don't you?" Marie countered, her voice laced with sarcasm. Her mother's expression turned stern. "Marie, don't be dramatic. Xavier is nice, but he's not exactly the most ambitious man." Marie's defenses rose. "That's not fair, Mom. Xavier's kind and genuine. He makes me happy." Her mother's eyes narrowed. "Happy? Is that all that matters? What about security, stability?"

Marie thought as she grabbed a copy of the magazine under the table in one of the fast-food restaurants in New York while finishing her tea. Back to the prince's place, his frowned face was obviously displayed in the mirror of his room as he sat facing it. “How are you?” The prince read his message again before hitting the button on the International Artists Group Page. “For two days that she didn’t reply to my former message about her school. Why did she not talk about her teaching anymore? Something happened?” “Hello, Mar. Can we meet at the Famous Amadeus Pizza on 108th avenue near your school? Mrs. Betty Bensues called in a husky voice. She was one of the scholars as well whose school wa

I called, snapping them back to reality. “Sorry Mrs. Reid, it's just that we have known you to be dead for four years,” Miss Marie Thatcher said. Miss Marie is the most famous make-up artist in all of Luxstorg and her studio offered the best services. “Miss Manor,” I corrected, wearing a comforting smile. “But we only serve Mr. Reid's wife,” Her hair stylist spoke up. Miss Marie was very busy and only attended to high dignitaries personally. I never used her services as Zeke's wife, because I never saw myself as one in his eyes.

"Dr. Cooper, I'll answer that in just a moment." Then she turned to the crowd. "Hey, everyone. I'm Elayne Tyler—journalist and co-organizer of today's event. We're about to play a message... from our cadaver." *** The screen behind the stage lit up. There I was—sitting on a beach, looking straight into the camera. "Hey, I'm Charlotte Stein. I love the sun, the sky, the ocean—look how pretty it is behind me. Always wanted to come here with Mom and Dad.

Viola replied. "Of course, you would know a lot about the Carusos. Old age looks good on you, Viola," Maria said, pouring herself a glass of champagne. Viola looked like she was seconded close to ripping Maria's throat out. She tried to compose herself, but she was running out of patience. And patience was not a virtue she possessed. "Again, I apologize for my manners," Maria said, dropping her glass. "This is Roy Hudson Steel. I'm sure your son is familiar with him," she said, turning to Vincenzo for the first time tonight.

Diego chuckled lightly. “you’re never going to let me live that down” I huffed and if I had the strength id roll my eyes for effect. “I’m sure your fully informed of what Maria had to do to survive. Maybe some anti- depressants and sleeping pills may help her?” Diego questioned all humour gone.

When Marie felt her face had cooled down again, she looked up to see the nervous face of the man in front of her. Carl was not sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 'Did she just blush?' 'Or is she mad at me?' Carl was not sure which one of his thoughts would come out to be confirmed when she looked up. "My name is Carl Bates, I am Mister Vero's personal driver," Carl hurriedly introduced himself, extending his right hand for a handshake. "Marie Lewis," Marie shook hands with Carl. She is not known to do such things as an assistant manager of Sweet Haven, she would sometimes deal with people in the Manager's place to assist product distributors and agents, so she is not new to shaking

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.