Martha Reader Novels & Stories

Jason read quietly beside her, his eyes scanning faster and faster, his face hardening. And then came the worst of it. Entries describing Martha’s unknowing involvement in George Reed’s early land deals. On paper, they looked like small, harmless transactions. But pieced together, they formed a clear pattern: coercion, manipulation, the first stones in George’s empire of corruption. Martha had been nothing more than a pawn, a desperate woman caught in his net. Bella’s throat burned. She could almost feel Seraphina’s cold smile in the room, whispering: Your mother was never the saint people think she was.

NATHANIEL “Do you remember Martha?” I asked Ishmael, who had a book in his hand, assembling some vials on a table. I briefly wondered what they were for. He was always busy every time I came to visit. He paused momentarily, a smile teasing at the corners of his lips. “Who the fuck doesn’t know Martha? She’s the crazed Nighthowler who scowls at everyone that looks her way.” “Well, I met her today.”

“That’s Martha, Grandma. She worked with Helia before he asked her to look after me. She’s cared for me all this while. She’s my housekeeper. But most times… she’s my friend.” Martha rises, graceful and warm, and comes to my side. “Mrs. Hills,” she says gently. “I’m so happy you’re well. I was worried sick when Helia informed us. Alexa couldn’t focus on anything else.” “Thank you, Martha,” I breathe. Relief washes through me. In Alexa’s storm, Martha was her lighthouse. “Thank you for being there for her. My little girl’s been through so much.” Martha nods. Her phone rings. She excuses herself, stepping out to answer it.

“Lorenzo wouldn’t work with Martin. He’s my brother. You don’t know him like I do.” James leaned forward, voice low. “Family or not, everyone has a breaking point.” “I’m not doubting him,” Raphael said firmly. “So whatever you think you’re chasing, drop it.” James leaned back, eyes lingering on Raphael. “I just hope you’re right.” Martin found Martha in the town square a few days later. She was browsing a flower stall, distracted by the scent of lavender. He approached with the same smug smile that used to unsettle her. “Martha,” he greeted smoothly.

Seraphina’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood at the threshold of the dimly lit room, the weight of the power she had just tapped into pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. The air was thick with the scent of old books and musty parchment, the walls lined with relics and objects of uncertain origin. Martha stood before her, the older woman’s expression unreadable, though there was an undeniable gleam of expectation in her eyes.

She limped slowly and sat beside Martin after Joyce stormed out of the living room into the kitchen. “Mrs...” Martin was about to add ‘Miller’ when the woman cut in. “Call me, Martha.” Martin smiled at her. “Martha, I will be swift about this one. I don’t want you to trouble your daughter concerning your expenses any more. This is my card. Call me if you need anything and as for the house, I will buy it for you,” Martin said firmly, while he glanced at the entrance of the kitchen before giving the card to her.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

Does running away will remove the pain that we're feeling in our hearts? I don't know. But it's the only way my mind telling me. I, Cianna Marie Alvarez-Del Mundo, a martyr wife of Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo and is now tired of being his martyr wife. "I don't want to be a fool anymore! I don't want to be your wife, to be a martyr anymore, Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo!" I then again shouted before running away from his home.

Right? "How about Wonder Woman book?" Kevin's question was like my savior because it attracted Martha's interest. "I have a Wonder Woman book here. Do you want this?" He offered while thrusting the book toward her. Martha stared at the book. And it felt like the longest few seconds of silence I had encountered lately. And it paid when she nodded and took the book from Kevin's hand. "Thank you, Uncle." "Do you want me to read it for you?" She nodded again, and now both of them were walking toward the corner.