Mary Lou Barebone Novels & Stories

She just shook her head. I hoisted the cake and the baking tray on the ground together. I was correct that it was still hot, but I had many callous that prevented me from burning myself. I left both on the table, and stole Fatma’s hands. “Does it still hurt?” “No. I am good.” “If you can’t find your mittens, you should use the end of your apron instead.” Martha instructed as she stood behind us. “Yes, chef.” My eyes searched for Magda. As always, she was with her pack and they were looking at Fatma like she was the Pierrot in French pantomime. And then I noticed that Linda was on their backs. She looked very distraught.

I said. "Well, well." Mother looked at the camera with a smile, and said, "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! This is Ophelia Maine, a former model from the old golden years. It's a pleasure to be back to the exposure of the media again. And more importantly, it's quite considerate of everyone to give me a chance to host a talk show with my wonderful daughter, Charlotte." Everyone's attention was on hers, like a queen who holds the entire stage on top of her palm. "But yet, the surprise isn't over yet. Let us welcome another guest who will be with us today… Jake Hayes!"

God, this was more humiliating than walking in on them. “It’s a long story. I should fill you in someday.” she continued to laugh. “Are you applying to be a maid?” I simply nodded. “Oh my gosh! Same.” she talked like one of those basic blondes in movies. “My husband has been on my case to get a job, and I am like, but babe, your salary is enough alone to take care of us.” “You’re married?” I questioned “Yeah, I got married to Jackson Evans. Remember the guy who was in the grade higher than us? Yeah, we got married 2 years ago.” she boasted as she waved her ring finger to show off her beautifully decorated ring.

She watches the convoy pull out: two trucks, four people, Pete riding point, clearly having found exactly one useful thread from his previous life and is now pulling on it with both hands. Then she goes to find Molly. Unsurprisingly, Molly is already on the flatbed. The rest of the base is still finishing breakfast, arguing over oats, and committing minor crimes against spoon allocation. Molly is running pre-lift checks on the crane with focused calm. She is fifty-three, compact, weathered, and wearing a canvas hat that looks like it has outlived three governments and one bad marriage. No greeting. Maya respects this immediately. Carol stands at the base of the flatbed, watching. Not supervi

Vuk Kael Lasković “How long are we going to spend here?” Maureen asked, voice edged with playful impatience as she stepped out of the pooled crimson silk at her feet. Moonlight spilled through the tall southern windows, turning her bare skin to liquid silver—every curve, every scar, every inch of the body that had ended three and a half centuries of emptiness. My gaze dragged over her like a starving beast before an altar. She was holy. Untouchable.

Matron Mary Ann announces and she takes another one of my muffins. “Matrons, are you giving her preference over me? I am Alice Wilson! A loyal daughter of the Righteous Regime, I have given this nation children! I am a Shark’s Bearer… Aubrey is an Eel!” Some of the girls in the class nod, agreeing with her. I fold my arms feeling uncomfortable and I stare at my shoes.

the older woman whispered as she tapped the container. Lou made a strange nervous laughing sound in his throat, “alright ladies...me and my sore foot are gonna hobble on over and get some grub, you two have fun now,” he gave a quick wave as he headed for the exit when he turned at the last minute, “you make sure you get to bed at a decent hour MollyJay you only turn thirty once and it’s your first full moon fire ceremony tomorrow,” Lou smirked and squeezed out the door as Mj licked her lips and ran to the door. “Thanks Dad,” she said half sarcastically and the older man turned around and put his hand over his heart, ”you are the biggest pain in the ass and I love you for it...now leave me al

Her short hair, reaching her shoulder, was kept open, which Doctor Sara had cut an hour ago. Everything that Moana was wearing belonged to Liara, who lent her for tonight, including the new stick-on Lightly padded bra and the panties. The gold chain that Moana was wearing belonged to her. She received it as a birthday gift from her parents when she was young. The dress that she was wearing was gifted by Tiara. Sophia had sent all these with her luggage when she had left the house. Never did she think that she would use those things again. Liara wanted to keep everything safe and secure, so she kept it as it was. She wanted to give her one of the diamond bracelets that Theodore bought for her

Lunaya. I came to the village edge in no time and saw Elaine in the distance. She was standing at the bottom of the porch steps that led up into the pack house. Her eyes found me as I burst through the trees and she waved me over. “Hurry up, we are the last ones to go in” she hissed at me. I changed back and stood in front of her naked. She groaned and mumbled to herself as she stomped up the steps of the porch. She didn’t go through the door though, instead she turned and walked over to the raining. I saw what she was doing then, there were clothes lined up, draped over the railing. She grabbed some and came back to me and thrust them into my chest, all while groaning about horny males and

I splash some water on my face and go back to bed. Luke pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly until I fall back to sleep. The next day, Mum pushed us all out the door. Telling us to go back to our lives as usual. “Don’t give that Dean Bertrand, of all people, the power to control us.” Of course, I have called her several times today already. Abby’s gone over to see her in-between jobs. Our new bar manager is looking after The Bar for us, while Joe spends some time with Mum, to her annoyance. She loves her alone time to potter around the house without being nagged. I guess I get that from my mother.