Novel & Cerita Mary K Baxter Books

“I never claimed to be an angel, Ms. Baxter. You have been forewarned.” With her heart thudding painfully in her chest, she replied. “What do you mean?” “Do not disobey me, Ms. Baxter. Remember who you belong to and we will have no problems. Do not meet, talk, or flirt with another man behind my back. And don’t you ever question my decisions?Understood?” Kara trembled. She sniffed and opened her mouth to take huge gulps of hair. Slowly, she nodded.

“People like her with filthy blood running in their veins need to be thrown to the wolves." If only I could just get my hands on her. “If you ever need my help with that, just hit me up and I will pull up with men immediately." Kelly winked. I knew she wasn't bluffing because I saw them around her. Her family ran a club and had a hand in sex dealings. A commotion at the entrance attracted my attention and I almost sprang out of my chair at the person that came in, protected from both sides by an entourage. Raine Baxter. Saint's mum as well as the CEO of Winchester Department Stores.

Kyle was going to stick around incase I found something in the school database that I could use against Ruby. I got myself some breakfast before diving in. It only took me five minutes to bypass all of the school’s firewalls. And they call themselves secure. What a joke. I searched around until I found the folder on Sabrina Baxter. I was surprised to learn that she was acing her classes. It also scared me a bit. She was already on her fourth year and the medical knowledge she now posses could be used to kill someone, and people would believe it was an accident.

Byron: Baxter was in terrible condition. Looking at him, it felt like he was already dead. His stomach was completely torn open. I could see his organs. Nothing made sense to me at that moment, and my hands started shaking. But there was something near him that caught my attention. A small pink sweater, completely soaked in blood and torn apart. I moved closer and knelt down beside Baxter. “Baxter,” I whispered his name again. I was trembling as I looked around. The sight shook me deeply. What would happen to Madeline now?

"What are you talking about?” I pushed the worn journal across the table to him, my finger resting on a specific entry. Baxter picked it up, his brow furrowing as he read. He let out a long, weary sigh. "This woman," he began, his voice low, "She was taken four years ago. Those who took her, they weren't... inherently evil like Stephen, I suppose. They did what they could to protect her, kept her safe. And when a chance came, they helped her escape.”

" Things began to fall apart for Mr Baxter when his wife fell sick with cancer by that time Patrick was a year older.” " Mrs Emily didn't survive for long before losing her life to hee illness, leaving Mr Baxter alone with Patrick.” “Mr Baxter formed a bond with Patrick that helped him remember his lost loved once.” " He became vulnerable over time and began to have a fling with his house help Alice who happens to be Brian's mother.” “Alice found out she was pregnant and Mr Baxter took responsibility and told her to keep the child.” "After Alice gave birth to Brian she stayed around for a few years, but Mr Baxter never for once asked her for marriage and when she would ask him he would tell

The fact that the universe even blessed her with a baby again was something she could not thank the almighty enough, it was a blessing she was not taking for granted. ***** “Everyone is waiting for you in the conference room ma’am” her assistant said as she sauntered into the lobby. “Is everything ready? Does Xavier have the pitch ready?” “Yes ma’am” “Good” we should head over” The name was Bianca Baxter, the woman who owned the biggest clothing company in the whole of Luxembourg. Barely five years after staying in the country, she had made a name for herself and her company. She was one powerful woman no one would dare to mess with because of her ruthlessness and her motto “a man will bring

"We’ll roll the windows down.” The warrior in the driver’s seat, Baxter, chuckles and starts the engine. “The rain will be here soon, your majesty,” he says. “Tomorrow.” “Today.” I purposefully lean over Mara to look out the window. She gags a little and pinches her nose. “Just checking,” I say and straighten. “Checking for what?” she asks. “If I really need a shower.” She playfully swats at me and rolls her window down. She sits with her head against the frame, allowing the cool wind to clear her nostrils. My mouth is suddenly very dry and my belly is tight as a drum.

But when you’re dealing with a man such as Hayward, nothing he says or does is ever a coincidence and Baxter knew better than any one of this fact. “You will never get to meet her; she is not a part of this world… and I am ensuring it stays that way.” Baxter’s irritated voice responds looking at Hayward, he didn’t like his man and any words that came from his lips but he certainly, didn’t appreciate when this man spoke about his Princess.

I grumbled to myself as I slumped on a rock, giving up on moving any further in the dark. There were plenty of branches around that had fallen from the trees, and I thought for a moment about making a fire and possibly cooking something over it. "Oh, get real, Mara!" I snapped as I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to hold on to what little heat I had left. "You are not a girl scout and wouldn't know how to hunt unless it was on a good bargain for the meat you cook on your stovetop."