Mary Book Novels & Stories

The next morning, Mary was surprised to find herself lying comfortably on the bed, she had remembered sitting on the chair and reading a book before she was eventually carried away by sleep. She could not even remember a line from what she read the previous night, it was such a pity that her effort to use the book to keep awake turned out to be futile.

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**

With Mary as my stеadfast companion, I confront thе futurе with unwavеring confidеncе, rеady to facе whatеvеr advеrsitiеs comе our way. Evеry day, without fail, my inbox is inundatеd with thrеatеning mеssagеs from Ambеr and hеr cohorts, Lana and Elizabеth. Though thеir thrеats havе yеt to matеrializе into physical harm, I mеticulously documеnt еach ominous communication, еnsuring Mary is kеpt informеd. Dеspitе thе pеrsistеncе of thеsе thrеats, my rеsolvе to еliminatе Ambеr, Lana, and Elizabеth rеmains unwavеring. Mary, unwittingly еntanglеd in my plans, is positionеd to sеrvе as thе catalyst for thеir downfall. Thе covеrt еxchangеs bеtwееn Lana and Mary , brimming with dеclarations of affеct

When I wake up, I expect to see my notebook still lying on the bed. The morning light makes it look harmless, but I know what’s inside — every rough, ugly thought I had about Ethan, Clara and myself. I stretch, still groggy, and that’s when I notice Mara sitting on the floor against my bed, my notebook in her hands. “Good morning,” she says softly, still holding up the notebook. “Hope you don’t mind. I read it.”

Mara I found the notebook in November. The original one. From the marriage. It was in a storage box I had shipped from London, one of several I had been unpacking slowly since August. The box was labeled PERSONAL — NON-URGENT in my own handwriting, which meant I had packed it knowing I had come back to it when I was ready. I pulled it out and held it and sat on the bedroom floor of the eastern waterfront building for a long time. The entries were exactly what I'd written them to be. Observations. A catalog. The arc of Luke Anderson, as documented by a woman who'd decided she was managing a transaction and needed it documented.

“I don’t. Because without all of it, I wouldn’t have you. I wouldn’t have him. This is our life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” She smiled wanly. “Even with ancient monsters hunting our son?” “Even then,” I replied. “We chose this family. We’ll protect it.” A soft knock interrupted us. Marcus stood in the doorway. "Got ourselves a message." I looked at him as he waved a scroll in his hand. This was new. Can't remember the last time I saw a scroll. When the hell did we start getting written messages? "Who's it from?" I asked. Sophie’s POV

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Without even a word of thanks, the jock took his library card and books with his girlfriend who was clinging onto his arm before leaving the library. The bored librarian glanced at the clock. There were only fifteen more minutes before she ended work. The weather looked great, but Mary had no significant other to enjoy the rest of the Friday evening with even at the age of thirty-five. She didn’t have more than one friend and did not contact many people because of her gloomy personality. Her family moved to a different state, and every day remained the same for her. Fortunately, reading was a hobby, and Mary recently discovered an online platform to read thousands of free books. It kept her

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.

Mary answered as she cleaned the table belonging to the person she was talking to. "Rhodes? Isn't that the name of the imperial country from the book I read earlier?" whispered Claretta. "What year is it Mary?" asked Claretta, already dizzy she was starting to feel uncomfortable. "The year 531 Miladi, sir." Reply Mary Claretta's head was throbbing, feeling confused and dizzy made Claretta feel pain when hit by a stone in the head. Hard to believe, the novels she read and the storylines she hated made her enter the world of novel fiction.