Marilyn Mason Novels & Stories

"And I'm so proud to see you finally took that jump and did it. You have your own fucking show, Marisol! That's big." "It's not that great yet but, baby steps. Hopefully, today's guest appearances will spike the viewing numbers and bring in the dough." "I'll make it worth the while. Anything for you," he says, tightening his hold on my hand, but not in a way that's uncomfortable. "Marisol, I'd like you to meet Marelyn. Marelyn, meet Marisol Escarra. She was my mentor when I started working in the film industry. Practically made me who I am today."

Mason laughs, while I stare at the back and forth, completely mesmerized. "You are not anywhere near old yet, Mrs. Davies." She pats one perfectly manicured finger against her cheeks, looking thoughtful. "I can swear the good doctor told me just yesterday that sixty is a bit old." My eyes widen. She's sixty? Dang. She doesn't look a day over forty five. She and Mason share a small smile. "Excuse my manners." Mason says, turning to me. "This is Mira Fernandez. My girlfriend." I freeze, mid smile, at that last bit of information.

After getting the phone, Paul immediately went to Grayson Vescinzo’s jail. Grayson slowly looked up when he heard the door open. Paul smirked while looking at the guy. “Wouldn’t you really say?” Paul said. Grayson grinned even harder. “How many times would I tell you — that you will never get that, none of you” Though furious, Paul approached and dialed the phone he was holding. When the caller answered, he immediately smiled. “Hello who is this?” Voice from the other line. “May talk to Mary Madison?” Paul asked while looking at Grayson. Grayson, on the other hand, widened his eyes in shock.

The moment I sat on the soft surface, the cameraman gave me a hand gesture as a signal that the show… finally commences. It was at that moment. A clicking sound on the floor, footsteps coming towards the stage. The figure of a person slowly revealing from the darkness. And as light finally shun upon its face, a figure of a woman appears—revealing the former no. 1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother.

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

She kept standing there while smirking with her hands folded on her chest. “Madam.” A scared Nancy whispered before holding Lauren’s elbow as if trying to warn the little mistress of the upcoming storm but backed away when collided with the icy glare of brown orbs. “MASON… MASON…” All of a sudden, Marilyn started screaming at the top of her lungs and her arrogant look faded into crocodile tears. The door of the study that was at the other end of the same hallway flew open and Mason Williams stepped out like a lion emerging from his cave. His 6 ft frame blocked the hallway as he moved with urgency hearing the panicked voice of the woman he admires. His brown eyes contorted in concern as he ma