Novel & Cerita Marilyn Thornhill

Vera had seen this housekeeper’s face before, and she looked like a loyal and honest person. So, she went to the housekeeper directly and spoke up, “Madam Marilyn, can you do me a favor?” Madam Marilyn was a middle-aged woman about fifty years old whose ancestral home was in Dothmain. She had worked with her parents in the Carrick family since she was a child and was still single in her fifties.

Her eyes held the particular depth that came from witnessing centuries unfold. "You're Selene Thorne," the woman said. Not a question. "I am. Though I'm not here in any official capacity. I'm " "A scholar now. Yes, we heard." The woman's smile was knowing, not unkind. "I'm Mira. Welcome to Thornhaven. We've been expecting someone like you eventually."

Thorne was shocked. "You didn’t know, did you? Zara is Senna! That wretched woman came back for revenge! She stole my Best Actress award, took away my endorsements, and now, she's even stealing the man I wanted to marry! I have nothing left! NOTHING!" Astrid clutched her hair, her expression contorted with fury. Mrs. Thorne turned pale. "She’s actually alive… I should’ve known… There couldn’t be two people who look so alike…"

“Did you know one of the corpse lilies once ate a squirrel? Professor Thorne said she had to bribe it with bloodroot extract for a week.” “I hope she failed,” I muttered. The air inside the greenhouse was thick and damp, clinging to my skin like whispered curses. The scent of moss, spice, and subtle decay enveloped us as we stepped in. Students lined up behind tables, each covered in vines, soil, and what looked like a sleeping mandrake the size of a terrier. At the head of the room stood Professor Thorne. She was tall and sharp as a blade, her robes woven with thread that shimmered like wet steel. A thorned vine coiled lazily around one arm, its black flowers pulsing gently.

"Well Anna ended up with child, I hazed her to find out if the child was mine and to my surprise, she was truthful. Let's be honest. Why would your eyes wander to another, when I'm your husband. She had my son but died in childbirth. Despite your objections to having my child. I am a good father. I raised Michael on my own, well he had a governess. Did I mention my wife was a countess?" A snarl escapes my lip "I became Count Thorne. Isn't that hilarious. I stayed with Michael throughout his life. He lived to have a family of his own and the same thing happened to his wife. She died in childbirth. I didn't get to see the next generation, thanks to you" I am stunned in place by his revelation.

Thinking about my hellhole, I sighed and picked up my bag and books. After the class was emptied, or so I thought, I stood up to leave but was suddenly frightened when I felt a weight on my shoulder. “Hey Miguel, sorry for the other time. Anyway, let's go have fun!” Shirley cheered, throwing her left hand across my neck, on my right shoulder. She was only able to do this all because I was shorter than she was, which was displeasing. “I'm not going with you,” I said, taking her hands off my bruised shoulder while trying not to show that I was in pain.

"Chloe I thundered as I got to the scene to see her landing a piercing slap on one of my secretary and dragging the hair of the other. She turned and instantly changed her evil expression to a sweet one as she plastered a fake smile on her face and ran to me trying to hug me. I stepped back making her crash to the door. "Baby" she called rushing back to me and blinking her face filled with make up which irritate me the more. I ignored her and glanced at my secretaries as they both arranged their clothes and hair. "What is going on here Mandy? I asked the secretary she slapped who already had tears on her face.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. Just get the girls and stay in the other room till I call on you. I’ll end this madness.” Shirley nodded and rushed into the other room. She made Matilda hide in a small box because she was the smallest one, and made Mirabel hold on to her. Before long, the room door was kicked in and a whole lot of people rushed in and captured Shirley and Mirabel. They saw David lying in his blood with his throat harshly slit. “Mirabel, close your eyes! Don’t look.” Shirley said, but it was already too late. They matched the two to the center of the town where they had already prepared crosses for the three. Shirley, Mirabel, and Matilda. “Why are you doing this?” asked Sh