Marilyn Mason Novels & Stories

Winston admired her face in the mirror and asked with a bright smile, "Miss, what is your name?" Marilyn smiled. "I'm Marilyn Chapman." "Ms. Chapman, look at your face. You look like a jade hibiscus. I'm fascinated by your fragrance. I have never seen such delicate and snow-white skin. Ms. Chapman, you are simply the most wonderful masterpiece of God. Your facial features are completely perfect." It was the first time that the gentle Winston praised someone like this, especially a woman. No wonder Malcolm personally sent her here. If Winston had such a beautiful girlfriend, he would have escorted her all the way.

Feeling pressured by the question, I nodded. Marilyn laughed, "I told you, that Jaclyn Dills is a closet freak; you can tell just by looking at him." She nudged Maria beside her, "Your man can't even be called a closet freak, he's just a horny beast." Cecilia and I choked on the tea we had just sipped.

He was now ranting on about Willow, who has always been someone that could take his breath away. However, I was staring at a specific lady who was who Lucas had described as the birthday girl and the girl who is beautiful like a goddess. She was currently talking to Mary Miller, the mother of Mason Miller. I would say that Lucas didn't describe her beauty enough, whilst talking to her nan, she had a beautiful yet contagious smile that was able to instantly make any worries disappear.

“I am Marilyn, I work as Jake Mccatty’s personal assistant.” “Probably bodyguard too. What woman has such a strong grip?” I snorted. “Also aren’t you too old to be an assistant?” “I have been doing it for close to twenty years of my life. So maybe my palms grew strong from carrying too much paper.” Marilyn grinned I sniffed not impressed by her attempt to crack a joke. “I don't want to be married to an old man. I want to die. That is it.” “Have you spoken to Jake?” She inquired.

I finish my monologue and I see that Mary’s expression haven’t changed, except for the fact that she seemed slightly impressed. “To answer your question, yes, you are definite my favorite and now listen because I’ll tell you what to do.”

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.

They were bright red Mason????

Could Mason be her anchor? ******************************************

Her Marina. THE END

I thought blue jeans weren’t professional? “You are exactly twelve minutes late. Since it’s the first day, I will cut you some slack, but this won’t be tolerated next time,” she said curtly. I looked at the board where she has written her name. Ms. Antoinette Barns. “I’m sorry, Ms. Barns. I didn’t mean to be late. I had to take care of my mom and…” “I didn’t ask for family history. Please have a seat next to Mr. Wilson. That would be the young man wearing a blue shirt.”