Mary Book Novels & Stories

Mary lift her brows up sceptically. "Don't you even dare honey,buy it's okay if you decide not to sign it,I did a lot of things and killing a little child won't increase my hell worth"Mary took the papers and place her hand on the ink brought by Emeryk,tears slid out of her eyes as she press her thump on the papers. ~~~~****~~~~

And then a website. “Anyway,” Mara effortlessly reclaimed Cole’s attention, “thank you for coming in, Cole. You’ve sent us some quite interesting pieces.” “I have? Gosh. Thank you.” Mara Fairfax wasn’t what Cole had expected. But then her expectations had probably been thrown off by too much Meryl Streep. Mara was about five years older than George, maybe more, not exactly beautiful, but classically English: all strong bones and clear skin, and the sturdy athleticism of having spent most of her life on horseback. “Why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?”

Scarlett asked as she shook out her cup, dumped it on the dish rack, and wiped her hands on the front of her pyjama pants. "I wish I didn't have to," Marybeth said as she dropped to the floor. She crossed her legs, looked through the bookcase, and reached for the bottom stack of books, all classics—Othello, Merchant of Venice, Midnight Summer's Dream, Macbeth…all the good stuff that had firmly cemented William Shakespeare's place in her heart. "Fine, I'll dedicate the downward dog in your honour." Scarlett made a face as she ambled down the hall to her room.

It was no ordinary book and neither was it meant for ordinary people. ‘’I need to get something for myself’’ Mara says walking onto the shelf hidden at the far end of the room. It is composed of books from history to spell casting and some hybrid notifications. She was not interested in any of the books, not until the red cover book fell to the ground catching her attention. ‘’Ways to make it work’’ the title read. Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red.

“This… mark. It’s not just a scar, is it?” “Don’t be too fat, Marianne,” said Marianne, pursing her lips very tightly. She placed the book on the bedside table, and flipped the book to the ribbon marker. The parchment was yellowed, covered with symbols I didn’t understand, but the image in its center took my breath away: a woman with a glowing moon-shaped mark on her chest, standing under a full moon, wolves bowing at her feet.

Please stay safe and think about what I have said. Your friend Zerden’ Mary read the letter twice, the first time it filled her first with a warmth from Anna’s kind words, and then her body went ice cold when she read Zerden’s letter. The second time she read it, she found herself angry instead. It took her a moment to recognise the feeling. It had been a long time since she was angry. She folded the letter and placed it into the silver box she had brought with her from home. It was where she had stored the previous letter. Tenac’s notes were in there as well.

"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

Speaking of which, Mr Bordeaux made his way around her, and started messing with his pots and pans, that was Marias's cue to leave. Whilst Mr Bordeaux was frittering away in the kitchen Maria picked up a book from his collection and sat at the kitchen. The man had an astounding collection of books from Thrillers to books on the economy. He was well versed, and as she turned another page Maria pictured Mr Bordeaux pushing past each page in a methodical way, never skipping to the end to see what happens. Maria respected that but her attention span was grappling with her already despite being a few pages into the book. Once she was done, Maria had a sip of coffee from a cup that was sitting on

The occasional whisper from students studying together somewhere deeper in the building. Nothing more. Mary's eyes moved steadily across the page in front of her. Her lips shifted faintly as she read the content internally to herself. Line after line. Paragraph after paragraph. After a while, she reached the bottom of the page and flipped it over. The crisp paper rustled softly beneath her fingers. She immediately continued reading. Minutes passed. Then she heard footsteps. Approaching. Mary's eyes lifted from the textbook. A guy was walking toward her table. Tall. Chocolate-skinned.

It took me a moment to place the unfamiliar voice, but it hit me just as the doorknob began to turn. Mara. My new “handmaid.” The door slowly opened, and I sat up quickly, hurrying to hide the book. The last thing I wanted right now was for nayone to question why I was reading an ancient book on reincarnation, so I quickly grabbed it and looked around, then shoved it under the mattress just as the bedroom door fully opened. Mara stepped in. She was already fully dressed in her crisp uniform, her hair pulled back into a neat bun, with the same overly pleasant expression on her face as yesterday.