Martin Short Book Novels & Stories

"Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head? "And look at this meat. What kind of meat did you buy? Haven't I taught you not to buy meat with bruises? How many times do I have to tell you that bruised meat means the pig was injured or diseased? You have no basic common sense. No wonder Grayson hits you. You're mindless and deserve it." It was strange. Even though I was already dead, her words felt like they were killing me all over again. Mom, that wasn't a diseased pig. That was my back, covered in the bruises Grayson gave me. There was a small mole on it. Couldn't you recogn

At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

He asked while showing the book. "Okkay," Adam replied in a cold tone while taking the book from Martin's hands. Adam flipped the pages and saw the outfits for some time and finally let his decision out. "I chose these two. Choose the one you like." Adam said while showing the pics and gave the book back to Martin. "Quite different, they are," Martin said while looking at the pics. "Then............ I will choose this one. The suit." Martin said while showing the pic to the manager.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

"What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you find it." "Nothing, Clara." He slammed the drawer shut and marched past me with the same attitude that he had a while earlier. "What is wrong with you?!" I snapped, unable to bear his cockiness and his lying ass for another second. "You need to start showing some respect or I'm going to walk out of here and never return." Martin looked into another drawer and then moved to the cabinet where the books were stacked. When he finally found the thing he was looking for, he pulled it out and turned to me. "I would be really grateful."

∆∆∆ "Martin, William hasn't come home for days now and neither is he in the hotel. I think it's time we take matters into our own hand." "Tomorrow"