Mary Janice Davidson Novels & Stories

"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."

I stood at the back bench, quietly watching as she created a ruckus, constantly trying to attack Jason for having sold her out to save his own skin. I found it boring, but stayed until the end of everything. Detective Davis also called me out for some tea and i wouldn't lie, i was surprised given his uptight personality. We talked about a few minor things, he had also gotten promoted thanks to the case. By the end of the day, i found myself wandering by the seashores, the salty air blowing through my hair as i watched the never ending horizons. I felt Richard's tall presence behind me, mostly because i could see his shadow in the sand.

For now. “Kate, I know you want this. I am not ready to retire. I thought I would be when you turned eighteen, but I’m not. I need more time before I can pick a date,” Alpha Jackson says. I feel betrayed at his reluctance. Everything I had done had been for this moment. My whole life had been defined by this and yet here we were once again. As we sat there in our usual stare down that occurred when he refused to set a date, I made my decision.

“Jane, Jane, relax.” David said, as he rushed towards me. He tried to hold my shoulders, because I looked like I was going crazy. Like I was going mad. And he was probably very afraid at that point, because I was acting batshit crazy. That I was going to injure myself or him. So he held me firmly in his arms and made me look at his eyes. His caring eyes.

She looks around in appreciation, I cleaned the area so we can have some nice grass around us even though it's as good as dead. "Sì" I pull our the food from the basket, Daisy gasps when she sees the box of dark chocolate brownies. I didn't know she would get so happy about them. She practically snatches it from my hands, I don't say anything, and continue setting the other dishes on the mat. She starts ravaging the sweet treats. Someone has a sweet tooth. I freeze when I hear her moan at the first bite, she does a little happy dance. I'm unable to control myself. She looks so breathtaking.

So bollocks I thought of that. “Hi, DangerouslyAddictive10, to answer your question.” She caught her lip between her teeth as if thinking of what she would answer. “I’d rather tell the truth. Jim Davis once said—the truth will set you free. But first, it will make you miserable. If it’s for the better, then there’s nothing wrong, unless you have a valid reason. Nevertheless, it will always prevail.” Then she smiled. She’s smart. I give her credit for that.

The signed custody agreement hung there, spectral at their banquet, a chill reality no amount of market triumph or couples' nights could quite dispel. Davidson rested against the windowpane, seven days after the gala, as the city lights grew soft under the rain. He'd been browsing on his phone—stealthy photos taken by a watched nanny Melissa had, begrudgingly, reluctantly hired. Jake at a school fair. Sarah with her nose in a book. Their lives were moving on, a movie he could watch from a distant, expensive seat. He felt Joe’s presence before he heard him. A warmth at his back, a hand coming to rest on his hip.

“Who does she think she is? Is she really turning down my son? Is she worthy of it, David?” David Nashville's frustration is palpable as he rolls his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. The weight of the marriage situation, with the sacrifice of Terry for the sake of protecting Jay, has taken its toll on him. He leans back on the sofa, seeking a momentary respite from the turmoil surrounding him, including his wife's fussing. In an attempt to dismiss Miranda's interference, David chooses to ignore her, not wanting to engage in an argument or further escalate the tension. His focus shifts to Terry, whom he instructs to chase after the young maid who has just left. His words carry a dismissive tone

"Oops, sorry my manners. I didn't introduce myself. I am Emmanuella Dean and I'm the Personal Assistant and also Manager at David's company . I have worked there for over six years and for nothing else but because of Mr. David. I met him at a Launch. I was actually at that launch because my dad couldn't attend so I attended in his place. But then I met Mr. David and Even though he paid no attention to me, I was drawn to him. I did my homework on him and I found out everything about.

As soon as Keith called out Mrs. Davidson, Ms. April immediately snapped her head towards him in response. It then suddenly dawned on her that her name was Mrs. April Davidson. She started to tremble as her past began to unfold in her mind. She held her head and it was like the earth was spinning. Kirklin quickly held her tight and the Psychologists who were on ground immediately took over as they knew her brain was recollecting some information.