Marilyn Mason Novels & Stories

"It's you, girl? Are you here for revenge?" However, the woman said, "I volunteered for the mission back then. I don't hate you, much less want to kill you!" Marshawn chuckled. "The extraordinary genius of the Mystics back then, attaining the status of earthbound immortal at 13 and even ascending to the rank of sage. Now, you're truly exceptional. I regret sending you to Europe, specifically to Top Jennings." The woman entered the light, revealing herself to be Marilyn. No, she was Snow, the Zenith Organization's sage!

Mason agreed with a faint smile. I felt proud, really proud. I knew I would pull it off, but at the same time, I was scared. “Were you nervous?” Reeves questioned. “Kind of. Especially when he said he traffics women.” I felt shivers run through my spine then, but I remained as unbothered as I could. “That aside, is there anything I should know about the lady I'm meeting next?” “A few things.” Mason nodded, “her name is Miriam Karl, wife to Maxwell Karl. She's known to be his partner and biggest asset in his business.”

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

she had told him and she led him to a small conference room. Tania Williams stood at the extreme of the room. The wind had ruffled her hair but she still looked good. As the door clicked shot announcing their arrival, she spun on her heel and offered a pain smile as soon as her eyes fell on Mason. He’d still looked as irresistible as ever. Even when. he tried not to overdress, he always stole the show. She was a tall, elegant lady. Her dark brown hair emphasized the color of her eyes. She had inherited her caramel colored skin from her mother and also her irresistible charm that could soften even the hardest of hearts. Those dimples always popped out and complimented her appearance.

"Mr. King, she's here." "Let her in." Mason ordered as the waiter nodded his head and a woman entered the room. She was beautiful. She stood tall in her three-inch high heels and long, tanned legs. She was wearing a mid-thigh peach dress that had off-shouldered lace sleeves. The dress made her curves show but still made her looked elegant and sophisticated. Her wavy dark hair was resting on the top of her head in a neat bun with some strands flowing softly on her face. She was, indeed, gorgeous. She was what one would classify as Mason's type. But Mason couldn't see her as a potential girlfriend, let alone wife. He had only one woman in his heart, and that was Kelsey Parker.

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.

, she said before cutting the call. She quickly searched the internet and it was indeed top news. “Christian Mason is out on a date with a mysterious woman. Would that be his fiancée?” Happy Sunday guys. Pls like and share Xoxo 😍😍😍

My mama went to see your mama and she was locked up for two days without committing any crime,’ Marilyn said bitterly. ‘I am sorry about that Marilyn. It won't happen again,’ I said and she just kept glaring at me then shrugged. ‘You called my name just now. Have we met?’ Midas asked calling Marilyn’s attention to himself. Just like a switch went on, Marilyn's smile came on again, brighter than earlier. She had such a wonderful smile for a daughter raised by a woman who embodied so much sadness. ‘Yes sir. I was in your office on Tuesday for an interview,’ Marilyn said.

That old woman would never admit that she was above all of this. “She looks familiar,” Clara said as she zoomed the screen. Marina nodded, her heart racing. She knew it. Cassian was involved in an affair with that woman. “She comes here sometimes.” Clara returned the phone to Marina. “I do know her.” “What did she come for, and what do you know about her?” “She’s Lily Miles, Mr. Vale’s childhood friend and therapist,” she paused, looking around to make sure everywhere was safe before she talked again.

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