Novel & Cerita Mary Jane: A Novel

A woman stepped into view, her brown hair swept into a practical bun, her sharp green eyes surveying Isabelle with curiosity. “Mary Jane,” Liam said, gesturing toward Isabelle. “This is Isabelle.” Mary Jane’s expression softened as she approached, extending her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am. I’ve heard so much about you.” “You too,” Isabelle replied hesitantly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Liam noticed her unease and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Mary Jane’s been with me for years,” he explained. “She oversees the house and keeps everything running smoothly.”

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

asked Mary Jane. “Not much,” she said with a little smile. Mary Jane took out the keys and opened the cabinet. Then she took out the keys to the safe. “Here, you can open the safe with this key,” she said, handing out the keys to Sienna. “Why don’t you open the safe? I’m feeling dizzy,” Sienna said. So Mary Jane opened the safe and took out a file that was kept inside amongst other things. She handed it to Sienna.

I ground out before walking off to find my farther. 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 María's pov- I scrunch my eyes at the light, My chest was aching. I feel as if my ribs have caved in. I pulled myself up wincing. The pain seems to be duller. Most likely the medication doctor Jonah had given me was still in my system. Gazing around the room I was alone, in a bedroom that I have never seen before.

"How many people use other people's names for their own safety. You made me happy today Miss. Better prepare yourself for my guest in a bit!" Madam Jane turned away from Lerina. "No madam, don't! I'm not that kind of girl, please get me out of here, madam, I beg you!" Lerina pulled Madam Jane's hand. The middle-aged woman turned to look at her and smiled gently at Lerina. "Oh, honey! Never dreamed of getting out of this place." Madam Jane shook off Lerina's hand and went out and closed the door from the outside. Bam bam bam

Marianne nodded and apologized, “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about the rules.” “No, I read that in the document I was given. I should have carried it with me.” “Okay, I’ll be quick,” Marianne said and went inside the library. As Julianne waited for Marianne to be done, she could not help but think about the bite marks she saw on her neck earlier. She wondered how many more people must have fallen victim and how many have been compelled. The library woman was back to reading her novel and Julianne could hear her giggle at something that must have been funny. Marianne came back shortly but without the book she wanted to borrow. She walked to the desk of the woman and pretended to cough agai

“They’re taking everything. I’m trapping you both with my mess.” Philip cupped her face, thumbs wiping her tears. “No. We’re taking care of it. The debts are ours now. You’re ours to protect. Understand?” Grateful warmth filled her chest, but so did something else—feeling small, trapped in their world, even as her body melted at their touch. She was safe… but at what cost? --- That night the panic hit hard. Mary Jane woke gasping, chest tight, nightmares of being dragged away by those men mixing with the fear of losing the only safety she had left. She couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down her face as she slipped out of bed in her thin nightgown and padded to Tucker’s room.

Her rainbow eyes revealed mischief but she exhaled in relief and took a look at the remaining green bottle in her hand before whispering some words and materializing. Jane took an evening bath and got herself ready to meet her mysterious husband. She had received a call from Mister Paul earlier reminding her not to be late. She took a cab and went to Old Madam Ryan's mansion. It seemed like everyone around was already aware of her new status as she was being referred to as Young Madam. She got to the sitting room and met the Matriarch seated on a huge chair with a magazine in her hands. She was flipping the pages when she noticed Jane walking in timidly. She beamed at her.

Amore clung to my hand while Maryjane popped the trunk. “This place is yours for as long as you want,” Maryjane said as she began pulling out our bags. I gave a small nod, still taking it in. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” Maryjane smiled as she passed me one of the bags. “Come on, let’s go inside. The security system is already set up, and the fridge is fully stocked. I made sure everything was in place before you landed.” Together, we carried the luggage through the front door. The house smelled fresh like newly polished floors and warm vanilla. It felt untouched, untouched by pain, by memories… like a new chapter.

The next morning, he left. Jane was supposed to be living her best years, but she lived as though she was an old woman of seventy or eighty. During the winter, when it was sunny out, she would take her chair and her blanket, as well as a hot-water bottle to warm her hands and feet with. With these, she would sit on the porch and bask in the sun. She lived like she was dying. A new butler arrived at the manor. The new butler was often serious and expressionless, similar to Mr. Summers. Early in the morning, Jane could hear the old butler passing the baton to his successor.