Martha Washington Tomcat Novels & Stories

I just sat down and started making work notes as the rest of the room cleared out besides Blake’s personal assistant. “Martha I wanted to take a moment and introduce you to Kate Sloan and apologize for not introducing you either” We both made polite nods and comments to each other and I had to respect this woman. Martha seemed to be in her mid-40s with a plump frame short brown bobbed hair and a very charismatic smile. “Kate, I hope Blake has been treating you kindly since you’ve arrived and I also want to tell you how much I respect the work you’ve done in the past. You are truly very accomplished.”

Catherine’s whiny voice grated on Martha. “Not right now, Catherine. I’m still benefiting from her. Besides, why do you feel so threatened?” “I’m just worried she’ll take Anderson from me again. Mommy, you know I like Anderson. I even gave him my virginity when I was ten! I won’t let that bitch steal him away from me again.” Martha crossed her arms, unimpressed. “I’m still using Elizabeth, Catherine. The best thing you can do for now is to put a leash around Anderson’s neck.”

” Lizzy purred. Martha has exhausted her energy while jumping over Jack ever since he came in. She still recognizes him very well. I held her wrists tightly as we climbed downstairs to enter the G-Wagon; Jack came with.

“I want to be a politician, so that I will continue fighting for the rights of the common people!” We all clapped, we were excited for her. I looked at her and our eyes met, but this time it was full of admiration and love for each other. Kate’s POV It has been three years since the incarceration of Smith. Today, I will be attending the requiem for Sheriff Morgan. Little Albert was with me. He was chattering away joyfully. “Mama, why have we come back. Are we not going back to New York City?” he asked looking at the enormous luggage I was carrying.

Emily Warner “Emily, you are here finally. Elizabeth has been looking all- Woah you are crying?” Nathan says as he looks around not knowing what to do, “You know what, let me call Elizabeth.” “Actually Nathan I’ll deal with her. I know why she is crying.” My eyebrows raise as I see Jake smiling at me as he leads me inside, “Her cat- umm- her cat-“ “Is sad, like depressed and there are apparently no cat therapist so I called the-“ I complete Jake’s sentence but Nathan just looked at me with raised eyebrows, not buying my awesome story.

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

Why am I doing this? “Thank you.” that’s all he said to me before going all zipped. I shifted in my wolf form and jumped out of the window. Onyx followed me to the restricted area. I purposely brought him here so he will get distracted for a while and I will go back to my place. I ran hard to the place, but what baffled me was to find Martha had escaped. “Shit!” I cursed to myself. “She will expose me in front of everyone and our wolf secret will be out soon.”

“You were being reborn.” Later that week, the air around Martha changed. Everyone noticed. She moved differently, slower, more calculated. When she walked past other wolves, they lowered their heads, even if they didn’t know why. Something primal in them recognized what she now carried. One evening, Lorenzo approached her at the garden outside the estate. He had a cautious smile on his face. “You look stronger,” he said. Martha glanced at him. “That’s because I am.” He gave a short chuckle. “Fair enough. Listen, I—” he scratched the back of his head. “I’ve not always been... decent to you. But I see now… you’re not someone to be dismissed.”