Martha Reader Novels & Stories

Rose said: "I'm going to work tonight too. One of the girls can't come. So I'm going. Aiden will sleep with you tonight." Martha said: "You disgust me. You keep wasting your life like that. Look at yourself. You have a face that makes men crawl under your feet. But you bury it in work. If I had your looks, I would never close my feet." Martha sighed, then continued: "Never mind. At least tell me. Did that nice doctor succeed in opening your feet today? Or did he fail, too?" Rose came out dressed for work. And Martha completely ignored. Then she got into her car and left:

Martha was the only one decent enough to stood ladylike. Sister Faustina coughed, and it was as if telling the two to shut up. But they did not catch the hint of warning, and kept on. It made the strict sister cheesed off. “Do you want guys to wait outside? You can sit on the balustrades there if you want.” “It is fine. We will just wait here.” Martha declined her offer. “No, I insist.” She closed the book she was reading with so much force that it sounded and then she walked to open the oaken door for us. “I will call for you if she is now available.” She led us out.

“Tell me about them.” Mira told him everything she knew about Martha. Martha was sold to her husband by her parents to gather money for buying her brother’s freedom. She was abused and toiled till she decided to commit suicide as she couldn’t take it anymore. She was rescued by a wandering tradesman who took a pity and taught her how to process fur. He also made a plan for her to escape from her husband and promised to take her away, but he died a few months after his encounter with her. Martha persevered as she had a goal. She gathered enough money to run away from her hometown, came here and settled in an apartment in the building that Mira was in.

I said, closing my eyes. I just want to forget everything right now. The only thing I want to remember is her and me and how happy we both are together. Opening my eyes, looking around the room and shaking my head. Sometimes humans assume anything, I guess. "Come, let’s get the candles,’’ I said while walking out of the room again, completely unaware of my presence in the room. Third Person’s POV A tall figure was sitting in front of Ms .Martha at the orphanage. Ms .Martha is a very sweet and merciful lady. She has not harmed even an ant in her life and has lived it with full grace and pride. She has done nothing in her life where she has had to repent or look down.

Amara held tightly onto Martha. “I thought…I thought…” Martha rubbed her back, telling her Rhys allowed her to work. When Amara quiet down, Martha helped her washing up. Amara was still reluctant to let Martha go as the latter reasoned she needed to make lunch. Amara pouted but let Martha go. As soon as Martha left the room, she leaned back against the hallway wall and held her hand to her chest, calming her raging heart. What Rhys told her last night was still hurting her. She couldn’t imagine such cruel thing happened to innocent soul as Amara. She was so pure and naive, how could god leg sone vile man do that to her? Martha held back her tears and was about to go downstairs when Rhys’s de

I jumped out of bed when I heard a knock from the door of my room. I realized to myself that it was just a dream and I just held my breath. I immediately got up and walked towards the door to open it.Martha appeared in front of me with food placed on a silver tray. She greeted me and tried to smile while we looked at each other.But even if she didn't say it, I could see the sadness in her eyes. I could also see in her eyes that she was crying. I took her to my room and she put the food on my small table.

Perhaps she did – Halle wouldn’t have put it past her to have purchased the brothel just to deepen the cruelty Halle would endure. “There’s no need to look so frightened, I won’t bite,” Martha remarked with twisted humor, observing Halle’s huddled form. “Unless you force my hand, that is.” Halle pressed back against the wall behind the cot, wanting to put as much distance between them as possible. She glared at Martha through the tangled curtain of her hair, like a cornered animal poised to lash out despite the futility. Martha’s presence here in this room felt so violating, her refined appearance utterly incongruous with the squalor. She circled Halle slowly, her piercing gaze taking in the

Martha denied it just like she did with the rest of the questions the detective kept firing at her. "Stop talking because I know what women like you do .. acting innocent…aren't you ashamed" she was a doctor and Victor trusted her with the safety of the hospital. Martha was a good surgeon, an intelligent woman with a bitter heart. A tongue of a serpent ready to spit venom. The only thing she regretted was leaving three years ago and letting Martha get close to Skylar. Who knew what she would have done

******* I walked inside the house without realizing that they were also heading out of the house. “My baby, come here.” Martha said to me with a smile on her face as she hugged me warmly. It feels like she's the only one that understands me very well in this house because she knows when I am sad and when I'm happy and especially when I'm worried about something. She just always knows when to be so nice to me. It felt like she read my mind and understood immediately that a hug is what I actually need right now.

“You can come here whenever you like.” “I don’t know how to read most of these.” Martha looked surprised. “You can read, can’t you?” “Enough to understand mission reports.” “That’s all they taught you?” Serafina nodded. “They said, books make people too soft.” Martha’s expressions filled with quiet sadness. “No... books make peopkle free.” She whispered.