Martin Short Novels & Stories

"I assume you didn't enjoy the martini you had earlier?" Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Oh God, you saw that? Please don't fire your bartender or anything. It wasn't their fault." She grabs onto my forearm, and the warmth from her touch sears through me. "I don't drink. At all. I've only seen martinis ordered in movies, you know," she tosses her hair over her shoulder and lowers her voice seductively, "I'll have a martini. Dirty. Shaken. Not stirred." I chuckle at her rambling, finding her conversation refreshing. Dealing with business all the time, it's been ages since I had a conversation that didn't involve someone's death.

I caught her silent signal immediately. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” Martin added, lowering his voice. “It’s not that important, but I’d like to be open with you.” He tilted his head and brushed his bangs aside without touching them—his unconscious little habit—completely oblivious to the tension behind him. “Say… Saturday?” I hummed in response, watching him pivot on his heels and melt into the party just as Betty sidled closer to me. “Your ex-husband is advancing this way,” she muttered, visibly wincing. “He has the sword. You either use a shield to dodge or just open your legs wide,” she giggled.

“It’s been a while.” He was shorter than me and dressed in the kind of suit that made him look like a try-hard. “Martin Vain.” I didn’t offer my hand, and neither did he. We weren’t cordial enough for that. “I heard you tried to buy out the Astor logistics contract last quarter. Truly a shame how that went.” Irritation flickered across his face, but it was gone before it could fully settle. He took his time before answering, swirling the drink in his hand around aimlessly. “You always did enjoy reminding people of their losses.”

A tiny blue microphone appeared on the G****e page. She tapped on it and said, "G****e give me details about the Martin Empire and Goldmynes agency in United State of America." And it answered with a beep. G****e showed several articles and series of pictures. Eretia clicked on the first article. "The Martin Empire is one of the most successful company in America. It was founded by Late Mr Benjamin Martin. A successful multibillionaire company that dabbles in several businesses." She read out loudly from the phone.

" Call Maximo Santino out and let him shows his might. He isn't there for the workers who lost their lives a month ago when konstantin Dmitri came to bombed them. " Maximo Santino is busy, laying on his bed in sickness, wallowing and drowning himself in tears when his stocks were going low. " No one fears us anymore Marco and do you know why? It's because they said the boss has gone soft after the death of a... " Of a sleazy blind lady who was once an elementary school teacher. We wait no more Marco. For two long years thousands of men behind Maximo Santino has suffered. " Their wailing won't let me sleep or rest. Either you take over the post as the boss or we appointed a new healthy one.

Serena replied, feeling a little sad that she never really got a chance to work at such a huge recognized compa "Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I was thinking about us being friends, but turns out I won't be seeing you there anymore." Martin said, his gaze lowered with sadn "Yeah, you can give me your number right?" Martin suddenly as "Yes, yes," Serena quickly agreed. Taking his phone and typing her number "Alright, I'll call you later then." Martin smiled and left but she didn't see the evil glint in his eyes and the smirk over his She blushed in excitement. She couldn't believe that Martin had asked for her number, he was so handsome and wanted to be her fri

He remembered their last night together, a night that lingered too vividly. But he shook it off. Still... the idea of a child with Alissa didn’t seem so bad. “Shame,” Martin muttered, sipping the tea with difficulty. “Real shame. I’m dying soon, and I don’t have a grandchild.” “You’re not dying.” “A man knows when there isn’t a way out, lad,” Martin chuckled, but it turned into a violent coughing fit. The teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. Shane rushed forward, rubbing his back, then offered him a glass of water.

This is what happens when you’re shorter than five feet, four inches. “Yes, this is.” I said, turning my attention back to the phone. “ Who may I ask is speaking?” “Ha, I’m so sorry for not introducing myself.” The male voice said. “My name is Dr. Martin, and I’m the guy you will be working for at the Couturie Asylum that was just built.” Hearing he is the boss, I sat up in my seat and cleared my throat. “Hello sir, how are you this fine day?” I asked, sounding all proper into the phone.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

I think it's safe to say that I'm camera shy. I turned towards the doors when I heard a little commotion. My heart sank when I saw Martin pushing the two securities by the door. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, enraged as he looked around. "I need to see my wife!" I sighed. "Please, let me walk you out." Darren was quick to divert Edward's attention, leading him out. Martin walked over to me. "Baby, I promise I won't be long. I just need a minute," he said. "Look, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win your trust back," he said.