Mary Beth Red Dead นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

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He deadpanned and I jerked away from him so hard I damn near stumbled into the shaft of the gold lampshades idling in the corner. “What?” I screeched, knocking a hand to my chest as the shock sunk through my pores. ”A hit and run Darlene, the driver ran through the girl’s body twice. Your handmade was murdered.” Mr. Fernando gritted, pressing his fingers to his temples as a barrage of thoughts racked through me. Mary was murdered? But how could she be? She was supposed to be here, draw up my baths, run her comb through my hair the way she always had.

I looked down immediately. "Come on, child; we do not have time. I need to help you get away. Too many people have died already. You can't die too." She said, and I began to giggle. My mind was messing with me. After what I have done in Redcape, no one would want to help me. I felt my binds losen, and I gentle brought my hand forward to be sure they were free. I slowly stepped away from the stake to be sure I wasn't dead, and my spirit was the one leaving my body. I wasn't on the stake anymore. "Come on, wear this," Martha said, handing me some warm clothes. They were mine. Jeans, T-shirts, socks, gloves, a head warmer, and a thick sweater Clay had bought for me.

Marshal struggled to hold Beth's hand. Beth's eyes were open weakly, and her fingers moved eagerly. She wanted to ask Marshall if he had ever loved her in this life. In the end, she opened her mouth, threw up blood, and took her last breath. Marshall saw Corentin walking over, so he pleaded with him, "Save… Save her. I'm begging you. She's Ashlynn's mother…" "She's already dead," Corentin told him. It was a fact. Marshall was dazed. He turned his eyes with difficulty to look at Beth, whose eyes were shut and was lying motionless. Pain and despair enveloped him, and tears streamed down his face.

For a second, I thought I might have caught his attention, that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t a complete moron. But nope. No such luck. “Shut up,” Owen snapped, his voice turning sharp. “You’re lying. Trying to lead us to some trap again. There’s no way—” I cut him off before he could finish. “I’m not lying. I’m not always the villain in every stupid little drama you’ve got going on in that pathetic pack of yours.” I leaned in, throwing my words like daggers. “I’ve seen Mark in that cage, Owen. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. He’s not the one you need to worry about. It’s the rogue king. And that redhead with the ego the size of the damn moon.”

The other guard came forward and poured the food on the floor, with a force she sprang up immediately and began feeding from the bare floor, she was eating so fast that the food vanished in seconds and slowly, she stood up and walked back into her cage, she curled herself in a bun, hugging her knees, she stared at the guards with her innocent hazel eyes, the guards turned and left in silent Her name is Melanie, the most treasured asset of the Cougar Empire.

One of his men hurried to obey, heating up the branding iron. Bryan crouched in front of Red, gripping his chin tightly. “I’ll make you wish for death,” he murmured. Phillip handed him the scalding iron, and Bryan lifted it, ready to press it into Red’s mangled chest. Red gasped. “I’ll talk!” he choked out. “I’ll tell you everything!” Bryan grinned, lowering the iron. “That’s more like it.” Red’s breathing was ragged, his entire body trembling from blood loss. “Their names are Dave and Mandy,” he rasped. “They’re together.”

Parker says. “Thank you for being honest. And we mean it when we say we want to help you find out who did it, if it’s possible.” I tell them. Ryder holds my head softly and gives me a soft kiss. We sit here talking for hours, and at some point, the Beta comes into the Suite with his mate, and they join us. We learn that Mary is from Madeleine’s father's pack, and she talks about how happy their pack is after it was rebuilt here in the US.

The streets were empty, and nothing but ash floated around in the wind. Mary let out slow breaths as she quickly realized that she was on a building top somewhere in Mystic Meadow. A bolt of lightning flashed in the red sky, and Mary quickly looked up. As she brought her eyes back down, she met face-to-face with a dark, shadowy figure. The figure had the body of a female, but her face and features were hidden under a black silhouette. This female had a bright red smile that looked like a brush stroke with blood, and her eyes were also bright red. She held someone—a male—by the neck with her left hand and slowly tightened her grip on the person's neck, causing him to lose his breath.