Marilyn Mason Novels & Stories

Maria parked the car at the entrance and both of them stepped out, making their way into the main house. They were there to interview Mrs. Mason, one of the richest women in the state. She was a single mother of five kids, and many people were interested in learning how she had become successful despite the challenges of raising her children alone after her husband's death. "Good afternoon, Evelyn," Maria greeted with a grin, ready to hug Mrs. Mason. But Mrs. Mason cut her off sharply. "Hold your greeting." Maria withdrew, frowning. Something was wrong. "You're late. One hour late!" Mrs. Mason snapped.

They probably have a lot going through their minds and that was why no one felt the need to say anything, or have anything to say. Marilyn bowed her head, as if in shame and she used her hands to cover her face, then her shoulders started to shake, to indicate that she was crying. Mason looked at her and then he wrapped her arms around her again. He was at fault for all of this, as he had been the one to convince her to give their child away. For months after that had happened, Marilyn had been so unhappy and would cry her eyes out for days, and even years later, she would still sit by the window of their house and stare out into nothing.

Marilyn looking at the very flashing seconds of her son's life instantly her memories drifted into the past with thoughts in her mind. I promised my self never to allow these kind of situation occurr again. These very situation of endangering my family like that unfortunate day. "Good morning professor!" Two north korea ladies on white laboratory coat greeted. Marilyn waved her hands as she walked into a large computerized lab. She tied her orange brown hair into a pony tail. She was on a pink top and long ash colored skit with a white lab coat on. She was almost 9 months pregnant with Hazel. Walking into the computerized lab which consists of large cylinderical tube with green fluid formula

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

I was about to ask her if she knew me when Mom came to meet me, walking hand in hand with another woman. "Son, I see you guys have met each other," Mom said to me, smiling. "Son, Meet Elizabeth Carson; she is the wife of Michael Carson, the newly elected senator, and this is their beautiful daughter, Ellen Carson." Mom kept on singing praises of the blonde lady standing beside me; I knew this was another introduction and possibly could lead to going on a blind date with her. I was patiently waiting for her to land. I turned to the lady in question, and she was all smiles.

She was ushered into the seat, while there was already a visible fear within her brown orbs, she pinched at her fingers nervously as she sat on the single chair in the room. “Introduce yourself and your station,” Mordrid's voice sounded out exhaustively, making the little girl flinch. She released a sigh, her eyes fixed on the table, “My name is Marilyn fisher and I work as a maid.”

Evelyn found me near the floral installation during the first hour, while Josiah was across the room doing what he did in these spaces, feeding, consolidating, moving through the current of influence with that fluid predatory ease. She was perhaps forty-five, in champagne colored satin, with diamond earrings that caught the light in a way that suggested they were meant to. Her smile arrived before the rest of her, practiced and warm and entirely without warmth underneath. "Georgia Mason," she said, as though confirming something she had been told. "I've been wanting to meet you properly. Evelyn Hurst. My husband and Josiah go back years." "Of course," I said, smiling the smile. "Evelyn. It's

"You seem to be a connoisseur in this domain." Mason smiled, "I'm just good at everything." "Oh, I forgot to ask...how's mama Ruth doing?" "She's good. She's been freed almost three years now and has a little something to keep body and soul." "That's good to hear. You extend my warm greetings to her." "Sure thing." "You know, I took back designing." "For real?" "Yeah. I specialize in African prints. I got a boutique at 5th Av--" "Honey, I'm home," Marley interrupted as he made sure to shut the door behind him. "I forgot to collect my--You?" Marley froze at Mason's sight.

"Out of a hundred thousand dollars, Mrs. Mariane, she left her direct relatives as heirs, she left no names, only hers. I asked this with the intention of knowing about the little girl. "Yes, this is your daughter, Coraline, come here," the woman screams calling for the girl. The next few seconds for Mason became a torturous suffering, he had made the biggest mistake of his life by staying with Sara, he had taken the mother from a little girl, who, although he did not know of her existence, must miss her presence too much. "Hey, sir, what happened to you?" Can you hear me? - A voice coming from a nicotine breath rings Mason's ears, for a moment he does not remember where he is, he opens his