Martha Kent Smallville Novels & Stories

She circled Halle slowly, her piercing gaze taking in the fresh bruises and healing whip marks with interest. “Tsk tsk. Your mother really is quite the savage creature, isn’t she?” Martha clucked her tongue in false sympathy. “I’d hoped she might restrain herself, given your…condition. Though I suppose I should have known better seeing the kind if place you were brought up in,” Martha's eyes took in the room with a look of dictates. Her usual elegance seemed so out of place from where she stood though her white dress had no stain on it.

Martha came after all. The young lady came to stand in front of him, her eyes was an earthy brown which complimented her sparkling golden brown hair but she didn't appear happy to see him at all. Infact, her eyes were puffy and red rimmed, with dark circles under it and her nose was slightly swollen as if she'd been blowing it repeatedly. What could have happened to her? Kingsley wondered. “Martha? I thought you weren't coming anymore. Are you alright?” he asked, wondering what could have made her cry.

“Everyone will think that I am sleeping with you to earn my position.” “As if I care,” he scoffed and opened the door for me. The moment we stepped in, I saw Martha walking towards us. “Violet!” she called. “Girl, I’ve been finding you. Where were you? You look like a bulldozer passed over you!” She glanced at Alpha Dane and her cheeks heated. “Oh hello. Mr. Llyod!” Dane gave her his deadly glare. “Hello,” he said in a clipped voice. Martha bit her bottom lip in embarrassment. “I’m Martha Smith, Jayden’s sister!”

Martha said, struggling with Lana's cousin, Kila, who was holding her back. I snapped out of my daze before glaring at Martha from behind Mark. Just a few seconds ago, she was joining that old bitch to drag my hair; now she was holding her back...? It was definitely because of Mark's intervention. "Aunt, please calm down; people are looking, " She whispered harshly to Martha, who shook her head. " No, this bitch and that ungrateful brat must pay. " She said vehemently. "Imagine, Rachel killed my daughter and my grandchild, she has to pay, she just has to." She cried almost sounding delusional.

I approach her, she smiles, she must be my age. -Good morning, welcome to Matthew's, what can I get you? -I come on behalf of Bob- I answer politely and she nods smiling. -Wait here for a second, I'm going to call Martha- she disappears down a little hallway and a second later a very pretty lady appears, blue-eyed and brunette. -Hi, you must be Kara, right?- she asks once she gets to me and the blonde girl goes to attend. I nod and she hugs me. - I'm Martha, Bob's wife, I've heard a lot about you, how are you- she asks when we separate.

"And I suppose the story was false as well? Your loving parents don’t even seem to remember her." "Who cares?" Martha Kentwood said, rolling her eyes. "It was all your father’s fault Joshua had to marry that poor skank after! My baby boy deserves a much better wife than that sullen-faced witch he married." She then muttered under her breath, "If she hadn’t birthed a son, we would’ve kicked that bitch out long ago."

Smaller than small. She pressed the button. A voice crackled through. "Yes?" "I'm here to see Mr. Williams." Martha's voice came out steadier than she expected. "Martha O'Connor. He knows me." There was a pause. Then the gates swung open. She walked up the long driveway, past the perfectly trimmed hedges, past the fountain, past the cars that probably cost more than her house. The front door opened before she could knock. A maid stood there, face blank, and led her inside.

Don't think that you can hurt me Martha, your mother needs me and you know that, so get out of my way, I have to go back,’ Shelly said trying to get up but Martha landed a heavy blow to her face that blood oozed out of her mouth. "Are you out of your mind, you can't do this to me,not after what you guys promised us," Shelly said when she noticed that Martha was dead serious, she might just kill her. "I do whatever I want, this will be the end of you, I can't let you ruin everything that my family has worked so hard on," Martha replied and cast a spell on her, throwing her up in the sky and hitting her on the trees that the moment she dropped down she was already dead. A smirk appeared on her

Martha mashed the potatoes harder. Thud-Thud! “Where are their parents now?” She spontaneously stopped and turned toward Noah, “dead…” she then began to mash the potatoes again even harder. Thud-Thud-Thud! “The devil named Anderson Vaillant and his pack killed my husband along with the kid’s parents…” she began to bang the masher even after the poor potatoes had been completely squashed. But it didn't stop her. Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud! Martha couldn't hold her tears, “They spared us, because my daughter, Wendy, agreed to marry him and became his Luna…”

She hurriedly drove to Manning and found Kara chatting with another girl at the entrance. She parked and headed straight to her, setting her eyes on the girl whom Kara introduced as Martha. Martha had black, long hair, bright, round, big eyes, a celestial nose, very pretty, and pink, thin lips. She was dressed in a short black, round skirt with a green half-shoulder top. Ava extended her hand in greeting. "Hello, Martha. Kara has told me a lot about you," said Ava. "Yeah? She's told me about you too. Such a lovely person," replied Martha, and they both stared at each other for a while before Kara interrupted their handshake.