Mary Jane Watson Novels & Stories

Thank goodness Greyson was away and I had a secure place to stash this uncooperative witness. Safely tucked away in the shed-turned-safe-room, the Watson woman mumbled as I carried her, her eyelids fluttering and muscles twitching. Good, she was coming to. Time to grill her about the report and its contents. This frail-looking woman wouldn't hold out for long. Once I had the report, well... Ms. Adriana would likely be "leaving town" just like that former lawyer. Regrettable, but a necessary evil in the grand scheme of things.

Ever since he gave me the ring to stop turning into the Phantom Wolf that resides inside me until night, we have been jabbing at each other constantly. But the moment her worthless assistant, Adrian is mention, my anger steps up a level. "Oh, would you like to talk about Thea and her boyfriends sex life?" I say, watching the way Jasper stiffens, and his hands clench into fists by his side. I just can't wait until our deals are done. He gets Lexia to kill the man behind the uprising, so his heart will beat again from his repent, and he can be with his mate. And in return, he assists the wolf inside me until I can mark Lexia.

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

Steven pushed the giant doors of Graceville Memorial Hospital, running towards the front desk. “Looking for Marie Blair Watson…” He hollered, barely stopping to catch a breath. “Okay, please one moment.” The kind looking nurse said as she scrolled through a tab. “I can’t find a Marie Blair Watson here…” “I’m pretty sure she’s here. She just got admitted. She’s in a coma?” “Nope.” The nurse said, barely sparing the tablet a second glance. “Do you have a Marie King?”

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

“The news was right, Hazel. That woman is living proof that Jane is alive. They had no difference at all. She’s still the Jane I knew…” I almost ceased walking as I listened to him talk almost quietly. What the hell does he mean? Did she see Serena Ambers already? That fast? “Don’t be stupid. That’s not Jane. That is Serena Ambers, daughter of the famous Victoria that influenced another wave of hate toward the women of the Moore family. She looks like her but they are not the same person.”

"Mr. Valor, I've obtained the blood sample." "Good. Proceed as planned," Jackson said coldly, then hung up. His eyes fell on the stack of documents spread on the desk in front of him. The documents contained information about Mary. Mary's maiden name was – Mary Whitlock. That was not his mother's name, but the surname was the same as his mother's. It was a surname... that he hated. The strange thing was, no information of her from more than 25 years ago could be found. Apparently, computers were not widely used before that, so a lot of information was not recorded and was now lost.

My assistant. "Yes, there was a maid named Sophia Blackwell who had a daughter named Mary," he confirmed. "She used to bring the girl to the mansion on weekends. There was an accident twenty years ago. April twelfth. Mary suffered severe burns. Her mother stopped coming to work. The butler reached out on behalf of the family because the Whitmores wanted to help. But according to records, the mother refused to take money from them. After that, there was no further contact." "Where did the accident happen?" I asked.

"After Cathelina Bright was carried away by Benjaming , I did not squat down. I fell down and touched the glass." Wills Watson frowned in pain. This foolish woman, didn't she even say anything? "Why not take care of it," he said, asking for the phone. She said, "It's already so late. Don't trouble others to come over. These wounds don't hurt that much." "Do you think you're made of iron?" Wills Watson sighed, got up and left the room. Not long after, he returned with the medicine chest and found the iodine to disinfect her wound.

“If you have concerns about the medical team, direct them to Dr. Marlow.” “My concerns aren’t about the medical team. They’re about Dr. Alice Watson.” She said the name like it tasted wrong. “I’ve been doing some research. There’s no record of her graduating from any accredited medical program in the territories. No publications before three years ago. No professional references that predate her sudden appearance at Shadow Moon.” “She’s published extensively. I’ve read her work.”