Mary Jane Watson Novels & Stories

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

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.”

Patricia flaunted the white paper in front of Martin triumphantly. "See? Debbie’s tissue fibers." Martin wondered, “When did you manage to win Kaylee over?” Patricia explained, “Kaylee has been with the Watson family since my mother married into it. She's always worked for the Watsons. My mother was very kind to her and she has remained grateful for that kindness. So, on the way here, I secretly messaged her, asking for her cooperation to obtain Debbie's tissue samples.” Considering Manda's constant vigil by the wake, obtaining Debbie's tissue samples seemed a difficult task for Kaylee.

Worse, without her birth certificate or license, they had to literally dig from scratch to find anything out. John continued with his summary. "Mary Jean wasn't born in a hospital. Actually, until she was about twenty, Mary Jean didn't seem to exist at all." "So she changed her name?" "Nope. She kept it the same, which is the only reason why we discovered there used to be a Mary Jean Smith with the same date of birth who used to live with a small Maine pack." "What?" Wyatt's shock mirrored his own when he'd read that tidbit. "Why would they let a she-wolf leave?"

She was currently washing her hands on the sink. I felt nauseous. What I obviously meant by women stuffs—is menstruation; quite a torture for women. I was about to enter one of the stalls, when all of the sudden, the lady walked towards me, facing me with those brown eyes of hers. "Are you perhaps, Charlotte Hayes?" She asked, with a soft tone. I nodded my head in a gentle manner as a response, and said, "Oh, yes, I am." "You're quite the beauty.." she mumbled, looking at me from the bottom to the top; as if she's observing my appearance. It felt weird for some reason, yet I couldn't pinpoint why. "Maybe that's why," she continued, "You managed to catch his interest."

Jane understood the reasoning, but as a woman, hearing about Mandy's experiences truly made her feel heartbroken. She said with a sigh, "Frank thinks the same way, right?" Charlotte nodded. "Yes, Frank won't completely offend Carter. Who knows if people will remain safe and healthy for the next few decades?" Jane, however, thought of someone. "Tanner." "We don't know much about Tanner, and we're not sure how much she can help. By the way, it was Carter who performed Zachary's mother's surgery."

Jane and James had only been married for a few months before things went wrong. Mrs. Watson, James' mother, introduced another woman, Cynthia, with hopes of replacing Jane. James Watson didn't want anything to do with this woman, and he made it clear by chasing her out of the house. After some peaceful months passed, Jane gave birth, but James had a terrible accident on the same day. James lost all memory of his beloved wife and instead chose Cynthia because he only remembered her as his childhood sweetheart.

Vivian was still tied on a chair, tears on her face looking at her husband lying on the ground, blood continuously flowing. Elsewhere, Watson decided to return home and he would make it clear to his father. This he negotiated with Julia and she also agreed with his decision. Watson was on the way home, happily holding a flower in his hand, a flower that Julia personally selected for him as a gift for Mrs. Vivian and a bottle of potion for Mr. Henry. Watson did not expect that, when he returned home, his life would change and it would make him unable to turn back.

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.

He bowed his head immediately as a sign of respect. "What is it, Morgan?" I asked him. "An old woman by the name of Martha secretly wants to see you, she arrived with Alpha's guests, but they left her in the living area to attend to matters in his office," Morgan said, and I was shocked that Martha had come to the West to find me. I wondered what she was doing here. Had Lucian caught her and gone for her life? My heart went out to her. Hearing her name brought tears to my eyes. She was the only one that was kind to me in that place. She had every reason not to be, but she was kind to me.