Mary Janice Davidson Novels & Stories

She asked her confusedly as her frown deepened. The woman gazed at her confusedly. You don't know? She asked wonder written on her face. Not wanting to waste more time, I stood up and walked closer to them. "Thank you madam for your help" we would take our Leave now" I said and she frowned. "She has amnesia and thus, can not remember anything except her name" I said wanting to clear her curiosity. Oh! She exclaimed and stared at Melissa pitifully. "My poor child" she exclaimed pulling her to a hug as tears trickled down her cheek.

Davidson hurriedly put the juice down and started frantically wiping the orange juice off her dress. Her heart was racing in her chest. After a while, she finally lifted her head and glanced at Charlie and Candice. In her eyes, they looked like ancient, cultivated demons. Beneath their beautiful exteriors were sharp claws that could kill with a single strike, as terrifying as Denise herself. Charlie had his back to Mrs. Davidson. He wore an earpiece, listening to reports from the higher-ups. His attention strayed for a moment, and he overheard the conversation between the two women, feeling a slight confusion: Why was Mrs. Davidson so afraid of Candice?

I answered with a confused look. He didn't answer but his silence gave him away. "So dad, you've been planning this for a long time now?" "We'll talk about this later, Mirabelle. For now, I'd like you to meet your assistant, Greg Henshaw." A nerdy looking man smiled at me. I shot him a confused look. "Disregard his look, his brain is faster than anyone else's in this place. And meet your Secretary, Ms. Sarah Davidson." A beautiful young black woman probably in her late twenties greeted me. "She topped the rank of best technological engineers in the United kingdom."

When she finished, Daisy remained silent for several moments. Longer than expected. "What are you thinking?" Jessica asked. Daisy looked towards the notebook. Then back again. "I think you're looking for certainty where none exists." The answer irritated her. Immediately. Because part of her recognised the truth inside it. "Three women." "Four." Jessica corrected automatically. Daisy nodded. "Four." The correction only seemed to strengthen her point. "Four women with uncomfortable experiences." The emphasis wasn't accidental. Jessica crossed her arms. "That matters."

“No, no, of course not. You’re a model among men, Mr. Tremont. You’re not whipped at all. I’ll go right now!” Soon, Davy led Janice into the office. She was careful and meticulous, just like her first visit. She changed into a pair of disposable slippers and wiped off the sweat from her face. However, she couldn’t do anything about her cheeks, which were flushed from standing outside in the hot sun. “Mr. Tremont…” Mark lifted his gaze and stared at her with a cold and distant look in his eyes. “Here to pay a debt?”

“Jay, send out the search parties. I don’t want any danger to come to her. Make sure that you find her and protect her well. Even if it means protecting her with your life.” Mark said. He was pacing back and forth as he gave his orders. He was still in disbelief that Maya was actually still alive. “Yes alpha.” Jay bowed and accepted his mission without any qualms. Since miss Maya left, his alpha has never been happy. He has been living in self-blame all this while

Janette pondered, opening the door a little wider for the strange woman to fit in. “Oh my God, you look better than I thought. Your dimple is so cute.” She raised her hand to touch Janette’s cheek, but she was quick to pull back. “Who are you, please?” From the look of her dress and shoes, Janette knew that they were outrageously expensive. She’s quite a beautiful woman, but still no one can match up to Danielle when it comes to beauty. “I’m sorry dear, your beauty distracted me for a moment. My name is Scarlett, Scarlett Davidson.” She told her. “Jackson’s younger sister,” Scarlett explained further. Janette lifted her head up slightly and gave her a dazzling smile, revealing her cute dimpl

Not far away, a curly redhead gasped. “If only,” Wayne said softly with a hint of yearning in his voice as his eyes lingered on Jane. The redhead who had gaped at them quickly ran over at breakneck speed and pulled at David’s nose ring hissing, “That’s Mrs Winters, you doufus! Didn’t you watch the news?” She pressed the back of David’s hair, forcing him to bow down. “You need a life outside of work David!” she continued, even as a confused David struggled to loosen the woman’s vicious grip.

"And before you get all emotional and betrayed, understand something. This was business. Nothing personal." "Nothing personal?" I pulled my gun. "You lied to me. Manipulated me. Made me believe—" My voice cracked. "Made me believe someone could actually love me." "Oh, but I did love you. In my own way." David smiled. "You are fascinating, Jenna. Broken but strong. Damaged but determined. I actually enjoyed our time together." "Where is Marcus?" "Close. Watching. Waiting for you to lead him to the database." David stepped toward me. "He is going to win, Jenna. You know that, right? He always wins."

My eyes caught a random message, the reflection of the bright screen light piquing my curiosity, i clicked on it right away - unsure of what to expect. [ Hi, I'm detective Davis from PD and I'm hoping we could meet.] I sighed, taking a stretch - it had been just three hours since I'd asked Marceline to report Camille missing and now i was already getting an invite from a detective. I scoffed - the police were truly efficient. I set the phone aside, casually swinging my legs to kill off the boredom - Since i was invited,it would be bad if i didn't go.... wouldn't it?" ******************