Mary Argy Novels & Stories

I said, leaning closer to the mirror to put my mascara on, “I moved to an art boarding school in Argentina, remember?” Leo rolled his eyes, “And people will believe that?” “I’m hoping they’ll be drunk enough not to notice,” I said, reaching for the lipstick. I had had little energy to put into my appearance since Cato was born and for the first time in weeks, I’d done my hair, changed out of my sweatpants and hoody and put make-up on. “Talking of…” I continued, “I’ve pumped Cato’s milk for tonight so your Mom can feed him… and also for all day tomorrow… so I can drink tonight.”

Anderson, our messenger, and Madam Charity, our nursemaid. As children, Argon and I had shared precious moments together, guided by the care of Madam Charity in the absence of our mother. Our father, consumed by his work, could only devote time to us when he returned home late in the evenings. While I ventured out into the world, making new friends and embracing school, Argon remained secluded, his education limited to the confines of our home. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving him behind, deprived of the joys of childhood companionship.

Argus must make a choice between staying with July or saving the family's heavily indebted economy for survival. A marriage without reciprocal love takes place between Argus and Minerva. With the power of money, the problem of family's life-and-death was solved very easily, quickly as a trivial matter for Minerva family.NOt to long after that Argus lost his mother forever. Since being admitted to the hospital due to the extreme incident, his mother has not been able to leave the hospital for quite a long time. She never returned home as healthy as before. Argus' last memories of being together with mother were in the hospital, which is why he felt uncomfortable being in the Minerva family h

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

“You’ve seen him as the last person entering Argen’s room. But he’s forced to that.” “Are you trying to make me feel conscience of what I’ve done? Argen can read people’s mind if whether they’re lying or not. And she won’t tolerate punishment if you did once. Thus, I am also forced to tell the truth,” she replied, not trying to sound pitiful but the way she’s making a try of having herself look confident of what she was doing. She’s trying to nail it to the bottom, and would focus a thought of achieving her perspectives was right after all.

Especially Higgins cause he now had his arm wrapped around his neck as he glanced at Sean—who had stayed quiet this whole time. "I'm asking for your opinion as an entity that makes a profit for this organization. If you lose more fans, you'd be no different from a rookie who took acting lessons at Yogata." "Yogata?" Jackson asked, "where is that?" "Exactly." Sean continued. "If you lost fans, you hold little to no usefulness to us, that much is clear. So I say we clear up this misunderstanding in mature ways. No matter how meticulous." There was an edge to his voice that made Maria uncomfortable, she couldn't tell if he was exhausted or mad. She just sat there and let all their words sink in

At another wing, they were led to Argan's office. Argan was seated in a high-backed chair, a woman massaging his shoulders. His eyes flicked to Marco and Gino, narrowing with suspicion. Waving the woman away, he leaned forward, folding his arms on the desk. "Have a seat," he said coolly. Marco sat, his movements deliberate. Argan’s gaze was sharp, assessing. "So," Argan began, "why have you come to see me?" Instead of answering, Marco gestured to Gino, who placed one of the gym bags on the table.

Ares cleared his throat, “Mama are you badgering the specialist I brought in for your second opinion? At this rate you won’t have any doctors in the country willing to treat you!” “Ares, they keep telling me I can’t have caffeine!” She slapped her hand against her thigh as her eyes flew to his and then she caught sight of Magda standing awkwardly behind him and she gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. “Oh Ares, you managed to not muck it up and not make an entire mess out of things after all and even brought her here to see me! You’re beautiful, Magda! Come here, child.”

Marcel had kept her safe all this time. “Maria?” I asked, taking a step toward her. Aria looked at me before turning her attention to the one person who used to be my friend. “How did you get out?” “Alpha Marcel’s men let me out, they told me to go and hide. You know, I was under his protection, but it seems to me that there was a little matter that I needed to take care of first.” She said, taking a step toward me. Her eyes dropped to my stomach. She stared without shame. “You’re huge,” she muttered.