Martin Short Novels & Stories

right at the moment, cornered by two lions in the den. "Amy Leah, Dakota, this is Martin Marcini, he's Italian and lives here in New York. Martin, this is my wife, Amy Leah!" "Pleasure to meet your acquaintances, Señorita!" he took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, much to Desmond's annoyance. But I giggled at his sweet gesture. Totally different from his character when we first met him. "Hrmm! Martin, this is Dakota Weasly, MY WIFE'S best friend!" Desmond emphasized the two words while angling his eyebrow at Martin.

MIRABELLE. I held back my tongue, biting the words as the other Martin walked into the apartment. Son of a bitch had worked for Damien. He wore a dark green jacket and a black cap pulled low over his forehead. I sprang up from the sofa. I did not wait for him to remove his cap. I crossed the room in three long strides, raised my hand, and punched him squarely in the jaw. Spy Martin stumbled backward, tripping over the threshold, and landed hard on his backside on the hallway carpet.

I got into the woods, so many thoughts going through my head. The voice in my head stronger now that I'm ackowledging who and what, my wolf Mia, she's telling me to calm down but I can’t. Not until I ran into something big. Not something, someone. He was handsome, brown short hair the kind of style that says I didn’t try but I definitely did with hair gel and a blow dryer. I chuckled to myself. He has electric blue eyes, he’s really tall-- I’d say around 6’4”. I wasn't totally in tune with my senses but something sure smelled amazing, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

she asked. There was a long, dreading pause between them, and when the Chief had finally spoke, Iris’ world came crashing down in that very moment, shattering her heart into million pieces that she knows will never be tend anymore. “Martin’s dead.”

That sexy, big-assed girl who had moved into his next door less than twenty-four hours ago. Ever since he helped her move, Martin couldn't get that image out of his head. The ridiculously short denim shorts. The black thong disappearing between the thick, sweaty cheeks of that ass. The heavy breasts swaying inside the thin blouse. The slutty smile when she said, "If the gentleman is strong... he can come."

and added a bunch of funny superhero emojis. I had told Martin about my college acceptance and he was freaking happy. "Looks like we'd be seeing each other little mouse." He said to me. Martin was tall, probably around 6'6inches. He was the same height with carter. He insisted on treating me to an ice cream sundae at the ice cream store. And I accepted. The boys threw a party and again, the only one missing was Enzo. Although, I heard Carter say to Daniel that Enzo had come but left after a while as something came up.

His blue eyes, sharp jawline, and confident smile made the girls swoon. Ignoring the chaos, Ethan returned to his book. Martin’s eyes scanned the room, searching for a seat. Ignoring the other students begging for his attention, he walked over and sat beside Ethan. Ethan frowned, surprised. “I’m Martin Luther. What’s your name?” Martin asked, flashing a friendly smile. “uhm... Ethan Wave,” Ethan replied, his voice barely audible. “Ethan. That’s a nice name,” Martin complimented. Ethan blinked, searching for any hint of sarcasm. This guy was seriously complimentkng him?

He paused to inform Tia, "If you need any help, you can always get the nurses to call me." Tia was shocked. "Call you? Are you working here?" "I'm here for an exchange programme that's going on for two days. So I'm stationed here," Martin explained. "Oh, I see." It was no wonder why she bumped into Martin. Martin smiled and turned to look at Stanley. He gave Stanley a nod and left. Stanley could not help but frown. But he soon regained his composure. He handed the breakfast to Tia and said, "Make sure you eat something. You can't function on an empty stomach."

The Martin from that island in Italy that Celine remembered was a confident man. Martin from four years ago was cold, and his face rarely showed any expression, but she could tell that he was a proud man and knew that he was better than anyone he was talking to. He was also kind and polite at times. Those were the characters of the Martin in her memory. But this Martin, the man who asked her permission in everything, no matter if it was just holding hands or just having dinner together—he asked in a tone that already assumed she would say no—that was when she sensed something was not right.

Martin walked to Luis Gonzalez, one of his business partner from Spain “So, you’re here to see Ms Young too?” Luis Gonzalez asked Martin “Oh, Stephanie is my partner, I came here to take her for lunch,” Martin explained to Luis Gonzalez “What? Oh I can’t believe it, you two are together!” “Yes, we've been together since 3 years ago, right honey?” Martin reached Stephanie’s hand and hold it tightly “Yes, Mr Gonzalez. Me and Martin have been together for quite a while,” She smiled at Luis Gonzalez “That’s long enough. I never saw Mr Clark come to Europe with Ms Young. Maybe next time, you should bring her, Mr Clark. Especially if our partnership works smoothly, Ms Young,” Luis said it to Marti