Novel & Cerita Mary Haise

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

She muttered d to herself—under her breath as she walked into the office with Harry behind her. "Look who is here, my sweetheart!" Jackson called out in a joyous and annoyingly pitched voice making Maria's hair stand. She flashed him a pretentious grin, before moving her gaze to the other people in the room. Sean, as usual, had emotions masked behind his stern face, contrary to Higgins who looked like he had seen a ghost, the main of his hair looking scattered—probably from consistent and frustrating ruffles.

Alexis replied casually in an unaffected tone. Faith heaved out first. "Yes exactly. Actually, I am John wife, we also do have our own problem too. We have been childless for as long as I can remember, and when God answered our prayer, I was finally pregnant, that same time, my husband is contesting for Senatorial seat, but he lose in the election, and when I heard about it, I was so devastated about it that I lose my baby."

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

she said pulling away picking up he wasn't a hugger. "Likewise," he said reaching for her hand and she shook it laughing. "Not a hugger?" She asked me and I laughed slightly. "Not so much," I said smiling as he walked away sitting to the side. Mari motioned to the seat and I sat down. "Same length as last time?" She asked running her hand through my hair and I nodded. "I'm convinced you've been washing your hair with fertilizer," Sara the other hairdresser joked walking in closing the door behind her.

She asked with tears in her eyes. “We will." Kathy and his mom said at the same time. “Kathy, you have to take care of your home, Ma, you need to take care of Fernando." She stubbornly argued. “Mi hija, Fernando has a lot of maids to attend to his every need. He'd live. And Kathy isn't leaving her home to come to stay, once in a while she would come to visit. Besides, one of my maids would help me, so everything is under control." Maria convinced.

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

Haris quickly reported. "Good" Damian praised Haris while thinking that Haris is not a completely useless secretary after all. "Tighten the security around the mansion and Amelia. I can't be with her all the time so make sure no rats can sneak in” Damian added as he opens the door of his study.

HAILEY Marcus Vega's report arrived via encrypted email at eleven PM. I'd been waiting for it, refreshing my inbox obsessively since dinner. When it finally appeared, I opened it immediately, scanning through the pages. Mabel James. Born Mabel James, married name Mabel Hoss. Thirty-two years old. Stylist based in Los Angeles, recently returned to New York. I already knew all of that. I scrolled down, looking for something useful. Something I could actually use against her.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.