Martha Reader Novels & Stories

she screamed. Her voice echoed against the walls, cracking. “Fifteen years! I cleaned your clothes, made your food, fixed your home. I stayed when everyone else walked away. I waited for you. I waited and waited and waited.” Her head whipped toward me, eyes sharp like knives. “And then she shows up… and suddenly she has everything?” My breath shook. “Martha… we are not even…” “Exactly!” she cried. “You’re nothing like the woman he used to be with. You’re gentle. You’re soft. You’re…pure.”

Ava's POV I shifted in the bed but I couldn't feel my husband's warm body close to mine. Perhaps he went down to drink something to help him sleep well. He often had insomnia. I walked down the stairs to get some milk, I felt a bit uneasy and my wolf has been restless for some time now. I had gone for a run and tried so many things to calm her down, but they didn’t work. Sage was sitting on the stool in the kitchen, drinking some milk.

He smelled clean and fresh, like cedar and warm linen—he’d clearly showered after changing out of his riding clothes. Raphael’s steps were steady as he carried her home, his arms full of something warm and soft and perfect. His heart was thudding hard in his chest, dangerously close to breaking free—but on the surface, he was as composed as ever. Jaw tight, eyes cool. You’d never guess a single thing from the outside. He understood her now. He could read her expressions, pick up on her moods, anticipate her thoughts. That door between them—he’d finally found the key, and now that it was open, their relationship would only get smoother from here. She was his wife, not in name only but in trut

"She survived the fever in his own bed. And she carries a Prime Heir." The crowd parted as an older woman, standing tall with silver hair and piercing gold eyes, approached me. She looked at my stomach, then at my face. She reached out and touched the pulse in my neck. "I am Martha," she said. "I was the wife of Alaric’s uncle. I was the last woman to survive a Prime pregnancy before you. They told the world I died in childbirth, but I dug my way out of the Thorne crypt with my bare hands."

I turn white with fear when I see the person pushing the heavy-laden cart is Martha, the only person that loves and cares for me in this world. Martha is of African-American descent. The seventy-six-year-old maid has been asked to retire due to a hip injury that happened as a result of a bad fall but she outrightly refused to because of me. She was afraid I would one day be beaten to death if she was no longer around to watch over me and plead on my behalf

she soon gathered her wolves. ARH-WOOOOOO! Strangely, Martha remained calm to see a group of beasts that were about to attack her, “Listen, mam, I don't understand what you’re talking about, but I won’t forgive those who wrong me and my family, so prepare to be cleansed!” On the verge of death, Martha Horton gripped her rosary harder and prayed, ‘May the Lord in heaven give me the strength to purify all evils and to protect the innocents...’

“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.

( with her head down and her arms placed on the bed sheets) HOLY KNIGHT #7 : Unfortunately no, he was the first to fall at the hands of Draco… ( with a sad voice, the nuns and midwife gasp in shock and look at Martha to see her reaction ) MARTHA : Oh… so he won’t be able to lay his eyes on his seed, I guess I’m at fault for sending him out so harshly, anyways there’s no use in crying now… ( she grabs the sheets and holds it tightly has tears roll down her cheeks) MIDWIFE : Martha… MARTHA : Rita can you do me a favor??... ( she raises her head up with a forced smile on her face) MIDWIFE ( RITA) : Yes of course, anything…. ( she walks towards the side of the bed and sits beside Martha after wh

Her eyes slowly widened when they landed on the figure of someone she had been looking for — David and for that moment her eyes were laid on him, Martha had stopped breathing. She terrifyingly watched as David shuffled in the library, as quiet as he could be — in the direction of Martha whom he saw fidgeting and looking down whenever his eyes landed on hers. It was hell easy to spot Martha for she was the only one who was shivering as if she were in a deadly chill — she was the one who sat as far from people, alone with eyes that wandered off instead of pasting themselves on the books right there, in front of her.

I stood by the door as the scene replays in my head again and again. Tears suddenly start slipping down my cheeks. Choking on my breathes, I walked toward the pile of wires on the wall. The floor was now dried of water. Lily was no longer on the floor. Martha Martha save me My heart tore out of my chest. Just then and there, I realised something that seemed so obvious. My love ones were dying according to the way I love them. First it was Ben, and then mom, and now, Lily. Who would be next. Kelly or Liam? I couldn't even save anyone, I tried three times but yet, here I was. It just wasn't enough.