Mary Jane Falling Novels & Stories

The bare man stepped closer. His voice was sharper now. Almost panic. “Don’t go. It's lying. Give me Nora.” Mara didn't turn to him. She saw the sea. And something in it opened. A memory that had never been completely gone. The bridge. The storm. Jonas falls. But this time the picture didn't stand there. She jumped. She had always spoken to herself that she had fallen. But she jumped. Voluntary. To save him. The water was freezing.

Mr Brooks assured his daughter before returning his attention to the paperwork in his hands. “Don't just stand there!!! Catch her!!!”, Mrs Brooks's voice echoed loudly in the room as the guards quickly ran after Jane. They get hold of her and Jane's legs give out as she falls to the floor and sobs hard. Her pretty white-skinned face was beautifully made up for the wedding and was now looking like a runaway bride's face. “Get up!!”, Mrs Brooks said with no emotions and her voice as cold as the first blast of winter air. “How dare you?!”

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

They both fell through the roof. Jane quickly tried to find a way to steady herself, but the ground below turned out to be a bathhouse! Splash! She plunged into the water. As she sprang back up, a hidden weapon flew toward her, striking her right shoulder! The blade was poisoned with sedatives. Boom! Jane instantly felt her strength draining away, and she collapsed onto the ground. She propped herself up with one arm, fixing her cold gaze on George. George slowly approached, his robe flowing behind him.

Both his numbers were blocked. He was doomed. Clark could feel his heart dropping. He fell to a heap on the road as there was nothing he could do. With his aunt cutting ties with him, it felt like his backbone was stripped off, and he had lost strength. Javier was taking a stroll around his residential area around eight at night and ran into Mary Jane, who drove back. They stayed in the same area as Javier had bought Mary Jane and Chad’s mansions. “Where did you go, Aunt MJ? You’re home so late. On a date with some other old men?”

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

Once we are out, I look at Marcus, and I can tell he is about to give me bad news. "So Jane's body turned up a few meters from the house." He stopped, and I shook my head because this couldn't be true. Maljore had no use of her again, and maybe she knew that we were closing in on connecting them; she had to do away with her. "She is being transported, but she is dead," Marcsu confirmed my suspicion with one word. "And?" I drag out my word because I know that could not be all. "Jane seems to be working with that man you caught during your honeymoon; they are both ex-military."

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.

Without thinking, I quickly elbowed his guts and punched his nose which resulted in him staggering backwards and falling on his back. "What the fuck!" He cusses holding his nose. I hope there is no blood, I'm not ready for the nostalgic feeling right now. I've seen a lot of blood today! I quickly pick a flower vase decorating the window, raising it up to throw on him when another voice interrupts "Lucy?" Mum called as she switched on the light and took in the scene before her. There I was standing poised with a flower vase, and an unknown man squirming on the ground. "Oh my God! Jonas! Are you alright?" She asks as she rushes to the man.

Now, here I was, back pressed against a very expensive-looking door, staring at a man who casually tossed his sweater onto an armchair, only to reveal a black T-shirt that clung to his torso like it was scared of heights. How did I get here? Oh yeah. Whiskey. Betrayal. The undeniable urge to spite my ex and his community-sharing… assets. “You don’t have to do this, Maeve.” Elian’s voice was soft, but that goddamn smirk told me he was hoping I’d do exactly this. My responsible brain screamed at me to leave. To be sensible. To not let a man with the bone structure of a Marvel villain and a voice like melted chocolate ruin what little dignity I had left.