Mary Debenham Novels & Stories

Meredith had been so zoned out on her memory of the fish stew she hadn’t noticed the door had opened. “Yes?” Meredith stood and approached the woman who led her through the door and to the left down a hall and to the second door on the right. “I am Doctor Hershman but you can call me Rebeka,” The woman said as she held the door to her office. It was a quaint environment. A small desk in the corner a windowed wall looking over the city with blinds to shut out the distraction if needed and soft lights. There was an armchair next to the desk and closer to the door and across from the armchair was a comfortable looking sofa.

Clyde Dante "Babe, can you pass me the tuna please?" Bev asked me as she pointed at the tuna can. I took it and passed it to her. She opened it and drained all the water. She put it into the bowl and put a lot of mayonnaise. I looked at her disbelief. She put a pinch of salt and pepper and then finished. "Babe, come here." She called me babe a lot and it's not that I hate it but it's like she's used to it now.

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

Beside me, Judith nudged me gently and whispered, "Oh god! I cannot believe I finally get to meet her. I really admire Mrs. Lachlan." Following suit, we all stood to greet her, and a radiant smile illuminated her face as she approached us. Mrs. Lachlan enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch gentle and comforting as she caressed my face affectionately. Despite my apprehensions, her warm demeanor put me at ease. "Mary, my dear," she began, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine care, "I've heard so much about you from Joseph. He speaks of you with such fondness and admiration. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk."

She looked right up to them. Even from the distance, Mara felt her view. The woman raised something up. A little radio. Then her voice sounded over a speaker. Sure. Easy. Almost kind. “Mara Weber. Please come with me. Your mother has been at this moment for 39 years waiting.

She didn't look or sound like a normal elf and a scythe was definitely not a elf weapon. "You're wondering what I am..." Madeline chuckled she could hear her thoughts, however looking at Damien she could not hear anything like he was completely locked. Meara gasped she read her mind, what sort of magic is this.. "I am the Madeline Rothschild...daughter of Byron and Reyna. That's all you need to know about me, oh yes I'm about to get married to this guy." Callous choked did Madeline just call Damien a guy! Meara: "...."

"My father is a mayor, remember? Plus it is Theresa who was arrested and sentenced to prison not me. I'm Martha Alessandro, the most powerful woman in NorthHill." "The most powerful woman?" Amy repeated again. She had never been greatly confused as she was at the moment. "Why don't you check online for the identity of the most powerful woman in NorthHill?" Martha asked. Amy immediately brought out her phone and searched quickly on G****e, to her greatest surprise, Martha Alessandro was listed as the most powerful woman in NorthHill. Moreso, the picture of the most powerful woman was that of Martha. How? How does she even start bearing the surname, 'Alessandro?'