Martha Kent Smallville Novels & Stories

Despite the witch community's tremendous losses that day, Martha steeled herself and pulled it together for her family and the rest of her people. She was now the head witch of their community and acted as the Mayor of their small town in Wickersville. Martha lived for this, to take care of people. Jada always admired her mother's passion for helping others during rough times. With a huge grin, Martha put the cereal box on the counter and opened her arms wide for Jada to walk right into it. They engulfed each other in a warm embrace for a good five minutes before she gently pushed Jada out of the hug to get a better look at her daughter, whom she had not seen in more than two years.

“Mrs. Sheila Thompson, what are you without your late husband’s name? A f*cking whore; who climbs up to rich men’s beds to live a luxurious life. I am Lotus Kent I don’t need my husband’s identity to achieve anything. So you have no standard to be my competitor.” Lotus said then was about to leave but stopped in her track. She turned around to face a raging Sheila.

Kaelen My chest pulsed with a blinding ache, but as the metallic taste of copper hit my tongue, I didn’t lose consciousness. A tranquilizer dart. The chemical moved through my bloodstream like liquid lead, but my mind fought through the fog. I slumped against the stone frame of the secret passage, playing dead long enough for Martha to step into the light. Her eyes remained fixed on Wren. Her weapon was steady. “Lady Beatrix sends her regards,” Martha whispered, her sweet servant voice completely gone.

“I'm sorry, that's the least information I can give you. I'm not in the right position to tell you who Miss Selena is.” She gave me a polite smile that clearly meant the conversation was over. I forced a smile and nodded. But deep down, I couldn't shake the strange urge to know more. After a brief walk, we halted in front of a smaller building. Even at its size, it was still much bigger than most houses. “This particular quarter...” Clara took a breath, glanced around, then leaned closer as if she were about to tell me something deadly. “Miss Martha, Master Ethan's elite cousin, lives here. She went on a road trip, but I heard she would be back today. In all you do, don't cross her path. She

They were now my personal guards, and I trusted them almost as much as I trusted Kade. “Take Martha’s body and bury it in the gardens. Near the Willow tree.” Martha always loved the willow tree, it reminded her of her daughter, Willow, who was killed in the first war. The twins didn’t need to know that part though. The both bowed at me, before going to Martha, Draq, the taller twin, picked her gently and carried her bridal style in his arms. Dru, the smaller twin, looked around seeing if anything else needed to be removed from my room, before he followed Draq out, closing my door behind them.

’ ‘I’m trying, Acheron. ‘I know.’ He sounded just as frustrated as I was. ‘We should talk with Martha. If she’s being stubborn, I can take over.’ ‘Tomorrow.’ ‘I know.’ He quieted down after that, and it was lights out for me. *** Martha lived in a dump. She was one of those lonely old women we watched on TV. The town whispered about her, preventing their children from going near her, and she hated everyone else. Except she wasn’t an old woman. She just had the attitude.

“Martha.” Kaleb rolled his eyes. Martha talked to his mother, to Sparkle. Who the hell wasn’t she talking to? “Martha doesn’t know everything.” “She worries about you. For the record, she says you’re lonely but private. Nice, but shut down.” He shifted in the chair, suddenly uncomfortable with the way she was watching him. As if Sparkle could look inside him and dig out all of his secrets. “She wouldn’t tell me why you’ve locked yourself away up here on the mountain…”

she decided to return the ball in their corner. “Take him home and use him for sex and not let him take you in some basement and carve out your kidneys or sell you to human traffickers!” Martha was almost screaming. “Wow, I never realized you love me that much,” Elizabeth’s eyes were full of tears, happy tears. Martha hit her under the table. “Of course I love you, you stupid! Now speak!” She ordered.

Martha shook her head and replied, “I have been a good girl since I was young, and I thought by now I would be married and have kids. However, someone snatched my fiancé a month before my wedding. Mom, please don’t try to talk me out of this. I will ensure that I win Mr Saxon’s heart and snatch him from Michaela. I am going to the mall for shopping, Mom. I have to be beautiful for the one my soul loves.” Then Martha ran to the house, leaving her mother’s tears streaming down her face. Her mother’s heart shattered completely. Martha would never allow her mother’s tears to stop her from pursuing handsome Storm. Unbeknownst to Martha, no one could approach Storm Saxon without his permission. Al

The older woman covering the entrance suddenly rushed toward me with watery eyes. "You are alive," she whispered emotionally. Recognition hit me immediately. Martha. She used to work in the kitchen years ago. I softened slightly. "You are still here?" She nodded quickly. "Of course I am." Her eyes turned red suddenly. "You disappeared without a trace. Many believed you died." Darren looked uncomfortable beside me. I noticed it but ignored him. Martha suddenly grabbed my hands gently. "You became thinner," she muttered sadly. Kiera blinked beside me. "She eats enough for three people actually."