Mary Murphy Books Novels & Stories

She continued revealing the story which has been kept masked by her over the years. Slowly the book of her life was showing itself, the long dusty covered book was going to speak itself now. “But! There was something so unusual about you, my child”, she looked her in a long astonished look, she had questions in her eyes, too much-perplexed look on her face made Murphy taken aback,

Wendy Another library. Another dead end. So far, anyway. "Nothing." I close the book louder than I mean to, and a woman at the next table over glares at me. I make an apologetic face and shrink into myself. "Same here." Alec pushes his book away. The local library on the third island isn't much bigger than a house, and the number of books on local lore amounts to what can hardly be called a stack. "Maybe this is pointless," I mumble. "Igor spent decades searching for the coin. What makes us think we can find it in a few days?"

“Can you… can you see her? Standing there?” He frowns, distracted by the sudden break in my voice. “See who? You’re staring at the biographies.” I point a trembling finger directly at the space by the bookshelf, at the horrific thing that shouldn’t possibly exist in the waking world. But the space is completely empty now. She is gone. My pulse races frantically. “She was right there! A woman! Half—” Roman cuts me off immediately, his expression shifting from confusion to sudden, sharp alarm. He reaches quickly into his slacks pocket, pulls out a clean white napkin, and presses it forcefully against my nose.

It was as if she had vanished from my world. I tried to log into her personal blog several times and finally succeeded when I used my birthday as her password. As I searched her private space, I found her hidden diary. In the diary, I learned that Brutus had viciously licked Ava’s decaying legs during her final days. I could not fully understand what pain truly felt like. But if it could be expressed in words, it must be exactly as Ava described. At that moment, it seemed like something was about to well up in my eyes and was ready to spill over.

Just a few days at the most. Of course, one of us will need to stay here with the students. Keep them safe while the rest of us take back the school. Marybelle and Geoff are out there now, visiting the next Guild member's house, seeing if they can find anyone. Anyone who is still alive. Nausea rolls through me. Sara didn't deserve that awful fate. She was a good person, through and through. All she ever wanted was to help people. "Excuse me?" someone whispers behind me.

Chapter 1: Every day is the same. Place: City, Anywhere United States of America. The thrift store smelled of sweaty bodies, dust, and mothballs. The sunny weather had brought people out of their houses now that the snow had started to melt. Murry thought that the store was busier than usual for a Wednesday. He wrinkled his nose as he finished emptying his cart of books onto the empty shelves.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Initially, they resist, but in the end, they give in due to my insistence. Alex sees a play area and seems to want to go on the rides. Mia takes him along with some of our men. Meanwhile, I've noticed a bookstore the two times I've been here, so I decide to go in. Since we have many things we've bought, Anely goes with Franco to leave them in the cars while the two other men escort me and wait outside the bookstore.

Ira was different, frank and ambitious. “Your plans shouldn’t have to bend for someone else other than you, Mariella. And they most certainly have nothing to do with me,” I told her. “Tell me about your ambition, what you want to make of yourself.” She walked to the single sofa and sat down, looking so fucking dishevelled that my gut churned. Something in her eyes reminded me of the one person I wanted to forget, which made me angrier. “I like to write. I don’t enjoy telling people I do, but I want to get a book published if I could,” she answered. And for the first time, I saw a spark in her eyes, a hope that she could do it.

She asked, teasingly holding the book up for Marcus to see. His reaction was instantaneous. Golden eyes widened in recognition, and a hint of embarrassment crossed his features, tinting his cheeks red. "Ah. That one. It's a bit different from the others." “Clearly!” Intrigued, Vivienne turned the book over to read the summary. As she scanned the words, her eyes widened in disbelief. "A mafia romance?" she exclaimed. "And it's about a woman who was kidnapped for a year?"