Mary Lou Barebone Novels & Stories

“I can work around it.” It was indeed a bit hard to put on the dress without messing with my hair, but I finally did it. I was glad that Mom chose a long dress because it would be hard to hide the jagged scar I had on my left leg. It frustrated me how my healing power couldn’t just make the scar disappear, but Mom said that it was because I was hurt by silver, which would actually be fine if I had mastered the power of resistance. Just after I dressed up, my door was knocked again. This time it was Selene, with her beige, embroidered dress. She was holding a make-up bag.

But she wasn't in a position to ask Alpha about that. "Treat her. Bring her back in senses as fast as possible. She has a lot to see and undergo." Leonard spoke noticing Amber's hesitation at the beginning. Amber pulled a chair near the bed and sat close to the girl. She didn't know the name of the girl but for once she felt pity for her. Taking her wrist in her she checked her pulse thoroughly. Once she removed the blanket her eyes snapped widened with horror. Not a single inch of her pale white skin was visible mark-free. Every single inch was covered with fresh scars and bruises.

he kissed the tip of her and nose. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand like a seven years old ready to learn how to ride the bike again. “Thank you” she whispered. She woke up inside a bubble. As she roams her eyes, she founds a woman with full battle gear. Then there they were standing so close to each other as the number of shadows keep piling up. “I didn’t know that your taste of fashion had changed” the woman said “This is just a new skin protection against someone whose fashion had been lost in the depths of the dead sea” Lalaine said pointing at the scale like chest plate and fur plated boots. That doesn't really make sense for her

Not even the best restaurant back at Castings matches up to this one right here. "You're beautiful..." Charles says for the millionth time this night and I just smile at him. The dress I'm wearing is the gift I got from my dad. A red gown that hugs my skin and curves perfectly. It's also the same bright red color as my hair. And the shoes I'm wearing are light brown heels from my mom, the shoes match my eyes perfectly. I tied my hair up in a high pony tail and applied only mascara and lip gloss. Never really been a fan of heavy make up.

"Oh Maya, Maya, what can I tell you? Wherever you are, just know…… just know that I am very excited. I never knew that a day will come again for me to experience Mark's warmth and gentle care, just like it had been in the past!" "Ooh darling, have you eaten anything?" As Lily was reeling in her happy memories, a gentle voice came through the door to her bedroom. It was Mark's mother and she was carrying a big bowl and in it, it had steaming, hot, chicken soup. She had been drinking too much soup recently that she felt that her face had grown slightly bigger, and even her stomach was starting to grow around.

We all looked at each other wondering what had happened. I was the first to move, taking long strides up the stairs to her room. I opened the door to Aimee’s room slowly. There stood in magnificent blue light, the mother of all our kind, Selene the moon goddess. she was one of the most beautiful beings I had ever seen, second to my Aimee. Her hair was white as snow and she wore the most elegant dress, it swirled around her like it was alive. My eyes flew to Aimee, who was floating in a mass of swirling blue light. Selene raised a finger to her lips,

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

Once it opened, she peeked by sliding only her head between the gap. Laura scanned the room before she tiptoed her way into the bedside. She sat by the chair and locked Elaine’s hand with her own. Unknowingly, her tears started flowing down her cheeks from the pitiful state the former Luna was in. Elaine lost a considerable amount of weight and her skin was as pale as a ghost, opposite to her previously radiant glowing complexion. Her cheekbones became prominent, highlighting her eyes, which appeared to have sunk deeper. Her lips were cracked, and the burns on her wrists and ankles were not healing despite the medication.

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer