Mary Debenham Novels & Stories

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

We can investigate the real culprit in secret once things cool down—" "Admit it?" Isolde cut him off, her voice turning sharp and cold. "Tom, this is a human life. An innocent woman who swept the streets to support her family. Her name was Martha Miller. Her husband is Peter Martinez. They have a daughter with leukemia and an elderly mother at home."

"How do I convince her she's wrong?" "You can't. Not alone." Luna Sera moved closer. "But Dr. Chen has recommended a trauma specialist. Dr. Sarah Martinez. She's worked with abuse survivors, PTSD cases, wolves dealing with complex trauma. She's agreed to see Mandy daily if needed."

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

MILAGROS Cordova was in her late fifties with thick salt and pepper hair and was the resident doctor of their family since time immemorial. The latter had slowly deteriorated in appearance, still, it didn't affect her ability as much as one would think. She was just incredibly dedicated to working at hand; even doing long hours of duty on weekends. "How is she?" Ira politely asked her. "Well, she's stable. Nothing serious, so don't be a worrywart." Doctor Cordova said to him as if that made it any better.

He placed Amaria on the ground, “ I can heal her but not completely , the bleeding will stop but she might still feel pain ,” Teresa explained, “ Just do it,” Dove said, “ Hey, hybrid remember what I told you, it's the only way to defeat that Daemon, ” Teresa yelled and the hybrid nodded. She turned and knelt beside Amaria's body She closed her eyes and placed her hands on Amaria's stomach, a green mist-like aura engulfed her hands as she began to chant a spell

Jake says nonchalantly, not looking at almost anything but his food. I stand up and head towards her when she looks right at me and smiles widely at me. I smile back almost not sure why she was so excited to see me. “Hello. You seem a little lost. Can I help you out?” I ask her as she smiles radiantly at me. “Well I was looking for you. Mary called me here. She told me all about you.” She replies as she keeps staring at my face as if she knows me very well. Do I know her? Do I have dementia?

With that in mind, he said to Carl, “Tell Carol to attend the banquet with me tomorrow night.” “Yes, Barry.” Carl turned to make the call. Barry leaned heavily against his chair, his mood abysmal. Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. Soon, Carl came back. “Barry, I just got word from Jadeview Park Residence. Lady Mary took Miss Sheila to confront Amanda today. Instead, she got herself into trouble. Benjamin took back her shares, and Miss Sheila’s entertainment career is over.” In Cindale—a city of hundreds of millions—Benjamin’s word was law.

She'd know that there was something on my mind, so there was no point trying to keep it from her. Amanda was an impressive woman in every way. She was an amazing mom, a successful lawyer, and at age 35, still incredibly youthful and radiant. She was about 5'7'' - a good five inches taller than Serena - with an olive complexion and long curly brown hair. She was not nearly as curvy as Serena, but she was slender and athletic and very beautiful, just in a more conventional sort of way. And at that moment, as she stepped onto the deck, sweat glistening on her skin, she looked incredibly hot. I was fired up and anxious to get her alone as soon as possible.

The gentleman interrupted Amir. “We've been expecting you” a woman's voice made the turn. She was a beautiful woman, not even 40 years old, with a sublime face and large green eyes. Her jet-black hair made her golden skin glow. A huge smile o n her face, a s she welcomed the Mobareks. “Mrs. Adhara Romij-Alec, coordinator of the Arts Department and wife of this fine gentleman” she made a funny gesture with her hand, pointing at Dr. Kaibah. “I've heard s o many good things about you two. Welcome!”