Mary Beth Gaskill の小説・ストーリー

He asked airily. "Becky!" She said happily. George had worn the necklace and raised his brow surprisingly. He looked at the mirror. "You saw Rebecca?" He said doubtfully. "Mhm!" She hummed, "She looks different now. She dresses classy, has a personal maid and has a daughter." "A daughter? Are you sure of what you're saying?" He asked eagerly. "Of course. She is married woman now." She said calmly, "She doesn't stay in this village anymore. She stays with her husband in Gardenstown."

He had even told Mary that I disliked the countryside and had barred him from returning. It was no wonder Mary never really spoke to me during festive seasons. I walked into the empty building and raised my voice. “John, where are you? Come out now!” A woman walked out of a bedroom and stood before me. “Who are you? Why are you looking for my husband?” I stared at her. She was wearing a skimpy dress. When she saw me, she purposely pulled up her hair and revealed the hickeys on her neck. In a moment of recognition, I recalled that this woman was Gabby Smith, an intern in the company.

“Oh! Hello, Mrs. Gable,” I said, the words tinged with a disappointment I desperately tried to mask with an awkward smile. My pulse, which had quickened at the thought of Malcolm's arrival, now settled into a dull throb of letdown. Mrs. Gable stood there on the porch, her silver hair pinned back in a neat bun that spoke of old-world propriety, even in our pack's more relaxed circles. She was a Beta through and through sturdy, unyielding, with lines etched around her eyes from years of quiet observation and sharper-than-average senses that missed nothing.

Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home. Stepping out the door, she jams her door, the alarm system of the car reverberating through the whole neighborhood. Walking up the stairs to her apartment, her phone rang. 'My Love' The phone displayed. "Hello Seth." Daisy Hunter's voice is mellifluous as she walks up the stairs to her apartment. "Hi Daisy, how was your day at the office?" Seth Nathaniel said, his voice barely above whispers. "Great! Today was splendid…what about yours." Her voice was laced with curiosity.

When I brought Gabe here, Bob said that his wife was out of town for a few weeks at some sort of symposium or business thing. I quickly get dressed and meet Gabe and Christine in the kitchen. Christine hands me a cup of coffee, as she is filling Gabe in on her trip. “The place they put us up at was really nice though, had a spa, and shit. So, that made up for the boredom of the lectures that assaulted my ear holes.”, Her hands doing a good bit of the talking for her. I smile at how happy she is. Its effortless for her, and almost childlike. “Christine, Hannah; Hannah, Christine” Gabe introduces us. “I hear you are quite the warrior Hannah.” She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blond

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

*** Lauren entered with Amy Grant at her side, stepping into the grand burial celebration at Los Angeles’s largest hall. She parked her car, but as she moved toward the entrance, her eyes caught Ethan’s vehicle nearby. Something urged her to check. She leaned closer, peering through the window. Ethan wasn’t alone. Her heart stuttered when she saw a woman inthr sm arms. At first, she thought it was Pearl Whitmore—his mother. But then the woman shifted, and recognition struck her like a blade. Martha Skylar.

As if on cue, a gentle knock sounded on the door, and a moment later, Marybeth, looking the part of Hawthorne Foundation's CEO in her navy pantsuit and matching heels, strolled in, an elegant laptop bag in her hand and a stylish tote on her shoulder. "кума," Andrei said, opening his arms to her and kissing both her cheeks. "You know you can't call me that anymore," she said, returning Andrei's hug. "You may have left the family, but you'll always be кума." Smiling, Marybeth dumped her stuff on the couch beside her husband's backpack before she approached him, resting her head on his back as she gave him a hug. "What did the school say?" she asked when Austin turned away from the window and t

I opened it and read through it. " Martha Hemsworth, former cheer captain at Brookdale high. Born in coastvile, age 23. Hmm, the bad girl Is 23 years old." I said and read through her document. " Stop reading her school file Riley." Bethany said, opening her closet. She saw a box that looked enchanted with shiny rocks. " What Is this?" Bethany asked. I stared at it dazed. She tried to open it with her hair pin but it didn't. Instead it bent out of shape.