Mary Murphy Books Novels & Stories

“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.

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

Suddenly, my eye caught the cover of mum's book. "What book are you reading?" "Oh this little thing. It's called 'The Alpha's Pup Mate' by Paula White. I love her books. Your dad thinks her fiction is a little delusional but he has terrible choice when it comes to books anyway." I giggled. "You know something? The female lead kind of reminds me of you a whole lot." "Really?" "Yeah." "Well...does it end happily?" "Hmmm... I wouldn't know. I'll just have to keep reading to the end to find out, won't I?"

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?"

Just sacred. Azriel spent time with Mira, sitting close and sharing scraps of memory. Not the grand ones. The small ones. The stories you never write down. Hungry winters. Cold water at dawn. The way it felt to be seen when no one had looked your way in weeks. “Thought surviving was the whole story,” Mira said, her fingers absently combing through the grass. “Turns out it was just the opening line.” Azriel gave a small nod. “I thought remembering was the end.”