Mary Jane: A Novel Novels & Stories

He knew Mann, his hitman, would know someone. The thought of bringing in a doctor to care for Caleb's unborn children did not sit right with him yet he could not let anything terrible happen to Jane. "Thank you. And do get me papers from now on if possible." "I'll see." Marcus stepped out of the car and returned to the shack. In the room where he held Jane, the food he had left there in the afternoon remained cold and untouched. Jane was lying on the cold bare floor still sobbing quietly. Tear streaks were obvious on her face and her lips were dried and almost flaky. Yet even in this state, Marcus still found her one of the most attractive women he had ever come across.

A tall, chubby girl—about six feet tall, red-haired, with cheeks like rising dough—barrels through the squabble, sending two maids crashing to the floor. “I will do it,” she says, not sparing a glance at the maids wincing on the ground at her dramatic entrance. Mira brightens. Martha chuckles. “This is MaryJane,” she says proudly. “She has worked in this mansion since she was a child. Hasn’t it…” She pauses thoughtfully. “Been twenty-five years?” “Yes, ma’am,” the bully replies stiffly. Martha gasps. “Wow, how time flies. I remember when she was a little girl, running around this kitchen, stealing biscuits.”

Mary had had enough of the tour; it was only making her realize how poor she was in comparison to him, and she was just ready to sleep the day off. But she couldn’t resist the beautiful patio she had walked by earlier, so she walked towards it and sat down on the chair. A book had fallen off the chair, and she picked it up, taking an interest in it. And so, Mary dug into "Angels and Demons," the fictional book by Dan Brown. So lost was she in the book that she tuned out everything, flipping each page with urgency. The honking of a car distracted Mary, and that was the only time she looked up. The sun's intensity had reduced, and cool air was blowing.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

Selina Maya Hayes, my pride and delight daughter, is the subject of this book. *** Creak. “It's been a long time since I've visited this location. Now that Selina is away on a mission, I'm feeling a little lonely. There's just a year until she returns, and those administrators hags are giving me a hard time.” Jason, mumble. Below the window, Jason approaches an old functional desk. He grabs a book from his suit once he is confident, he is in a comfortable position. Jason begins to become absorbed in the book's writing.

I asked, in a clear voice. Hearing my repeated question, she snapped back to her senses and started grinning happily. “Um, yes I'm Mara,” I nodded at her words. I knew I wasn't mistaken, afterall I knew she was going to be Jane's personal maid so I had to check her information and I knew things about her. “That's good. Tell me, when did she start sleeping?” I asked, directly. “And also, what happened at the garden.” She was at first looking confused at my question, but then after she smiled. “Actually, Miss Emily isn't any good. She stepped on Ma'am hands with no remorse in her eyes. She's pure evil and arrogant.”

I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. There was a naked man in my living room. Randall met my eyes, startled for a second, then pressed his lips together in a half apology. "Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you. I just came in to grab protection. Olivia's waiting in the car." He spread his hands, almost mocking. "Couldn't find any. You guys don't use them?" So he knew. Ever since I started antidepressants, Olivia hadn't touched me. She said she wasn't interested, said work kept her busy, said it would help keep me stable.

"My dear am telling you. It must be love or something very close to it" Judith woke up the next morning feeling optimistic. Maryjane had succeeded in convincing her, saying something very important must have prevented him from keeping to their appointment. She is going to give him another opportunity today. She got out of bed; her roommate selected another gown, made her hair before she left for the library. In the library, she collected the same novel, slowly walking to her spot, praying in her heart she finds him there but she didn't. She sat down trying hard to focus on the book in front of her but her gaze kept shifting to the promise carved on the desk.

One clenched her mangled arm, eyes wide with disbelief, while the other, Jane, stared at the ruined gun, her face twisted in a snarl. Junior raced down to me. "Daddy," the sound muffled in his mouth as he cried. I ripped the duct tape off his mouth with a swift, merciful motion, waving him back with my free hand as I growled, "Stay behind me, now!" My eyes never left Jane, the gun still trained on her, its muzzle a promise of more pain if she dared to move. Martha, meanwhile, was lost in her own private hell, her life ebbing away in a sticky, crimson pool that spread like dark wings across the floor. Her breathing was a wet, labored grawl, each gasp a desperate attempt to hold on, but it was

If I didn’t know any better, I would feel like getting to know him better. Maryanne, on the other hand seemed confident as if she was not a bit scared. I was starting to realize that Maryanne was not what I initially thought her to be. She was a not weak and whiny damsel in distress. She was a strong young woman willing to take on the world and defend herself. It appeared she was only a mess at the time because Angella, the person she loved most in the world, had been taken away from her. In the women’s building, Dane opened a door to reveal a staircase at the foot of which was another door. Opening that door, he ushered us into the red room. The hairs on my skin stood up when I scanned the