Mary Jane: A Novel Novels & Stories

I have never had an office job before, and I am quite excited about the experience. I have checked a few tips online to avoid making amateur mistakes, but sadly, I don't know the name of his company, so I am going in blind. Ma seems happy and content with the new job, and it makes me hope I will be as well. She has been gushing about the mansion and all the appliances available to ease her work and how kind everyone is. I decided to drag myself off the soft mattress and went searching for Ma to see if she needed help in any way. When I found her, she was busy, with Maria acquainting her with our boss's favorite dishes and the recipes.

His wife. He protected her from me. He chose her over me. Again. Always. Always. I turn away from the mirror. I can't look at myself anymore, can't stand to see the woman I've become, the woman who waits in silk nightgowns for a husband who never comes, the woman who gave up everything for nothing. The fire in the hearth has burned down to embers. The room is dark, shadowed, filled with the ghosts of every night I've spent alone in this bed. I walk to the window and press my forehead against the cold glass.

Lucy needed to stop writing all these crazy love poems! Maybe the prank would teach her a lesson after all. Jane quickly deleted the photo so that Mary couldn't spread the wildfire again. Mary didn't look so pleased about that, but she was too excited about their stupid prank to be angry over a deleted evident. During study hall, Jane read ten more pages of A Tale of Two Cities. She had kept on schedule all weekend, so she was up to page 290 now. She had begun thinking of each page read as an offering flower to Ms. Grace Anderson's feet. Two hundred and ninety flowers for her black ballet-type shoes, the ones with the long, skinny straps that wound around her ankles.

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

I want it all, and I want Janе to answеr to mе. To thе outsidе world, Janе may appеar to bе a succеssful rеal еstatе managеr, but I know thе truth. I know about hеr involvеmеnt in Johnson's dеath, and I'm not afraid to usе it against hеr. If shе wants to kееp hеr sеcrеts hiddеn, shе'll havе to rеlinquish control of thе drug trafficking businеss to mе. Othеrwisе, I'll еxposе hеr for thе fraud shе truly is. I'vе bееn hеaring whispеrs from othеr drug lords about Janе and Mary's nеwfound succеss. Thеy spеak of a nеw systеm, dеvisеd by Mary hеrsеlf, that kееps our opеrations invisiblе to law еnforcеmеnt. But I can't hеlp but wondеr if Mary truly undеrstands what shе's gottеn hеrsеlf into. Has Ja

Jane slowly lifted herself so she could see inside. Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh my God.” My stomach dropped. “What?” She slowly lowered herself again and stared at me. “You’re not going to believe this.” “Jane.” “Marcus is inside.” “Well obviously.” “And he’s not alone.” I blinked. “…What?” Jane grabbed my arm. “Come look.” I hesitated before carefully standing beside her and looking up at the window. At first I couldn’t see clearly. Then a woman stepped into view. Blonde. Tall.

I smiled and felt a surge of relief in my chest. Then she pointed at the man who had opened the door for her and said, “Oh, I see you’ve met him already. Landry, this is Jane. Jane, this is Landry, my nephew. He just came here to help around because I was going to be really busy today and he doesn’t have any shift in the hospital right now.” Oh, I had met Landry alright. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. “Oh, I’ve met Landry already. Don’t worry about yourself. We have acquainted ourselves.” I said, looking over at Landry while he gave me a slight nod and a faint smile. I smiled back at him. Maria looked at us and let out a huge sigh.

POV MARIUS Had she gone mad? Jane had dark almond shaped eyes, curly hair, and a small face. She was tiny in every way, yet her chin was lifted and her body firm. She didn’t seem afraid at all; on the contrary, a spark of challenge shone in her eyes, calling me. How, by the goddess, could she dare challenge me like this? Her finger was thin, small, fragile like breaking a twig: easy, quick, and satisfying, considering she was daring me to do it.

It was now close to 11pm. Me: Hi beautiful are you still awake? Marianna: Hi Manny, yes I am still awake. Why are you awake this late? me: Oh you know just working on this case, why are you still awake Ma'am? Marianna: Honestly, because I miss you, it feels weird to sleep alone now.... Me: Really? I am flattered, I miss you too Marianna. Marianna: You should try to get some sleep sir! Me: What are you wearing?

Jane had told me seventeen times that I could stay as long as I wanted and I believed her and I was also not going to be the person who took her at her word indefinitely while my own life stayed stalled. I picked my phone back up and opened my email and started scanning everything I had sent to Clara, making sure the documentation was clear and thorough and impossible to dismiss. Then I cleaned the apartment because my hands needed something to do while my head worked through things and scrubbing Jane's kitchen counter was considerably more productive than sitting at the table feeling sorry for myself. I was on my second pass of the counter when my phone buzzed. It was Mary. I picked up. "Ar