Martha Reader Novels & Stories

Tears pooled in my eyes as I sobbed over the screen and began narrating my own part of the story. "Hello, everyone. My name is Elena Roger. I am Martha Roger's half sister. Unfortunately, we lost our father two years ago. Since then, things have been hard for us. Because of our father's loss, Martha refused to eat, as she lost her mother at a young age. My mother did her best to take care of Martha and treat her like her own child, but Martha is ungrateful. Now, she learned that her fiancé doesn't love her anymore and he wants me, so she is furious. She called off the engagement, locked herself in her room, and accused my mother of being the one who hurt her. Martha even went as far as going

Her lips had clamped shut and from then on, silence. Martha managed to smuggle dozens of books to.the room. At least allowing us to spend our enforced time together in relative comfort. I know from her raised eyebrows she is confused but at least she is quiet on the topic. Quite how she got the books is beyond me, I imagine she has connections to bookmakers seeing as she is on ‘the inside’ as such. I trained harder and longer than ever before. The draw for the showcase was fast approaching and although only twelve out of the twenty team members would be selected it seemed inevitable my red ball would be appearing.

- I was a little embarrassed, because I remembered how he took her away. “Yes, of course,” he smiled and handed it to me. Taking it away, she took out Martha's tablet, with the intention of seeing what she was reading from books. Yes, the assortment did not please me: medical reference books, historical novels, several books on psychology, accidentally stumbled upon a detective story and, sitting comfortably in a chair, began to read. The meaning of what I read did not even linger in my memory, because every now and then I stealthily glanced at Maxim, who was also reading something, but when he turned off his tablet, I diligently began to pretend that I was terribly interested in the plot.

Alone, but for Martha. Martha was a quiet, unassuming presence in the house. She moved through the mansion like a ghost, performing her duties with a sort of muted efficiency which made her all but invisible to Noah. But she wasn't to me. I could see the look in her eyes—those pitiful, concerned glances. She saw how this imprisonment was getting to me, how Noah's clutches were making me wither away bit by bit. It broke her heart as much as it did mine.

“You don’t have to say anything to me, it’s my first day after all, but, feel free to call me anytime you need, all you have to do is shout, Catherine and i’ll be there.” “What happened to Martha?” “His majesty has sent her out on a few chores, she might be back before midnight, but if she’s slow it might take up to a day or two, where she’s at, I have no idea.” Like an open book she was easy to read, and was also able to guess what I was thinking before I even said it. I was going to keep her by my side because I found her characters amusing. “Did she go alone?”

At 21 years, I had met two boyfriends. One broke my virginity and the other was an older man that really taught me what love was. For some reasob, the one who broke my virginity was never what I dreamt of. Well we meet somewhere in a school compound while I was reading books in my high school. Hello, am Ben, am Martha, nice meeting you. You are my future wife, realy! Yes.

Epilogue “I believe in Karma. If the good is sown, the good is collected. When positive things are made, that returns well.” -Yannick Noah *** ~Anna Four years later… Pure white snow blanketed the ground and surrounded trees. I sipped the hot chocolate welcoming the warmth as I sat on the cold porch on a Sunday evening. Life has been smooth and I was happy after a long time. It’s Christmas, Saxon and Gabriel are traveling with their families to Portland this time.

her cynical voice echoed and I clenched my fists. “Martha, what is wrong with you?” I snapped, pulling her arm tight. “Have you lost your mind? Why are you making such a huge scene?” She yanked her hand off of mine and pointed her frail finger in my face. “Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on me ever again.” She warned and that was when Jonathan returned. “What’s happening here?” His commanding voice shut Martha up and she folded her arms over her chest. “I was just wondering if this perfect trophy wife of yours has told you about her past and who she really is..” she spat.

"Thank you for the bread." "Wait," Martha said. She reached into her apron and pulled out a small, heavy key. "This is for the side door of the archives. I found it years ago. I was supposed to turn it in, but I never did. It was my little secret for when I wanted to read the old cookbooks." I took the key. It was cold and solid. "I’ll never be able to pay you back for this." "Just stay alive, child," Martha said, her voice breaking. "And tell that General of yours that if he hurts one stone of this place, I’ll find him myself."