Novel & Cerita Mary Jane: A Novel

Ah, am sorry ma, I quickly apologized to her ,to avoid any unwanted blunt conversation. The thought of how I will submit my letter to her came to my mind. What kind of problem am I into now? I said to myself. Oh, oh, ah! What should I do myself? I kept thinking about it but it was totally difficult to find a solution. I wonder why our receptionist manager was a tough woman. It just can't be helped, I said to myself. It was getting late in the morning and Sandra hadn't come to work. It is unlikely for her, maybe she is also not coming today,I said to myself. Not long after, Sandra arrived at the company.

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

Feminine, high pitched, muffled through a half open door. I froze, my heart hammering in my throat. No. Please, no. But I had to know. My hand trembled as I pushed the door open further, the polished wood creaking slightly. And there it was. Marcus. My husband. His shirt undone, lips trailing down the neck of a woman I’d never seen before. Her hands clawed at him, her moans filling the room as his body pressed hard against hers on the bed. My stomach twisted violently, bile rising in my throat.

"Especially not a novel about a woman trapped in a loveless marriage to a controlling billionaire." Jane's words from days ago came rushing back. *Does he know about the novel you're writing?* "Jane told you." "Jane confirmed what I already suspected." He opened a drawer and pulled out a printed manuscript—her novel. "You left your laptop open more than once. I was curious." "That's a violation of my privacy!" She reached for the pages, but he held them back. "It's good," he said, catching her off guard. "The characterization is strong. The dialogue feels authentic."

She frowned in annoyance at whoever was disturbing her peace, but seeing the caller ID, she immediately snatched her right hand away from the manicurist as she picked up the call. “Any news yet on that bitch?” Ava’s cold voice pierced through the air. “Yes ma’am, we have found Miss Jane's location. She is in New York at the moment. That was what we found out recently.” The man Ava has arranged to find Jane’s location said, his deep voice evidence of ages of smoking.

Maya maya pa nga ay nakarinig na kami nang busina nang sasakyan at dahil nga hindi na rin naman nag pasundo si Josephine ay inintay na lang namin sya na dumating sa bahay habang palabas kami nang mansion ay bumungad sa amin ang isang mamahaling kotse sakay nang isang balingkinitan na babae na sa batid ko ay si Josephine na nga nakasuot sya nang isang fitted na red dress na kita ang tiyan at may slit pa sa gilid nang kanyang legs bakas rin ang pinayat nya dahil sa suot nyang sleeveless na dress kaya naman napansin ko kaagad ang pag kunot nang noo nang kanyang ina na si tita susan "Josephine naman ano bang klaseng suot yan kulang na lang na maghubad ka na sa suot mong yan" pagsasaway ni tita k

Celine's POV Maryjane parked in front of the apartment. " We're here!" She announced It was my first time here so everything was very knew to me. It was obviously nothing like the mansion that I had left behind and that was exactly why I chose it. It had warm lightning, soft walls with tall windows that caught the golden afternoon light like it has missed me too. "Home sweet home" Maryjane blurted out in front of me as she wheeled the last box into the living room. She had a smug grin on her face.

Breakfast had started calmly enough. For a moment, for a few fleeting minutes, it had almost felt normal. Almost like nothing was wrong. Almost like the boys were just… kids. Like the sun was shining, the kitchen smelled like food, and the world hadn’t conspired against her yet. But the quiet tension, the fragile peace she had worked so hard to maintain, evaporated faster than she could swallow her first bite. Mary Jane appeared at the door quietly, almost ghostlike, eyes wide and cautious, a small figure trying not to intrude. Her hands were shaking slightly as she held out a tablet.

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.

"This is a culinary revelation. Why haven't we served this at board meetings?" "Because Vice President Miller would have a stroke, William," Jane laughed, leaning across the console to tenderly wipe a speck of ketchup off his chin. He caught her hand as she pulled away, bringing her fingers to his lips for a soft, warm kiss, his eyes melting into that quiet, helpless devotion that made her heart sing. ****** Monday morning hit Manhattan with a relentless, grey downpour. Jane scrambled out of her taxi at 7:45 AM, clutching her umbrella, a stack of Manila envelopes, and her wet leather bag.