Mary Shaw Novels & Stories

It already happened, but I still wished it didn’t happen tonight. “You are not. I thought what we had was something special, but I was wrong. I was wrong to trust you again. You used me. Jesus Christ, Harry, you are the shallowest woman I’ve ever met. Of all the things you would sell out was all about us—the only thing left that hadn’t been out to the public.” You used me. My heart turned to ice. “I didn’t write your name.” “People are not so damn stupid, Harriet. Let me guess, your story is entitled Sindy Kate, isn’t it?”

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Bruce is in control. “Hey,” I yell, making Bruce and Chad look at me. “My name is Miss Shaw. Blonde hair, fit waist, and boobs don’t make me a doll. So, either learn my name and show some respect, or see what an educated women can do. I lived in New York City for three years, alone, and Boston, for four years before that. Don’t think I can’t handle a pretty northwestern boy. I’m married and my husband will not hesitate to come down here and teach you another lesson in respect after I’m done with mine. Is that clear?”

I guess Shaw had conversations with Kael. “I remember how he wept like a child during that period. I have never really liked her though. I felt like she was too superficial about her kindness. To me it was not as pure as Aria's own is. It was like she was trying so hard to prove something.” Elora opened up. “Martha doesn't seem too keen about her. I don't talk to her much but you can sense that she never got along with Margaret. I think there's more to this than we think. Maybe we should investigate better.” I answered back.

Sha Sha is an ordinary female from the salt exchange last winter, and she is one of the most beautiful women with a low status as sl-ve living in the Dou Yun Shan Tribe. It is known to everyone that there are a number of spirit warriors who want to sleep with her and even let her become their partner, but such an idea fell out when the Tribal Chief's second son took her back to his tent. Still. That doesn't stop anyone from taking a sidelong glanced at her every time.

She was smiling gently at everyone. "I hereby declare that Green Corp will officially be renamed to Shaw Corp from today onwards. We are going to commemorate a great woman today. My Mother, Lilian Shaw! She was the one who founded Langdon and was determined to let nobody suffer from illness. To Lilian Shaw!" Everyone watched with admiration for the young female who was standing on the stage while feeling excited. Maybe today was the day for them to witness another great woman in the rising. "To Lilian Shaw!" Everyone raised their glasses to make a toast and shouted out loud together with Naomi.

Sharma just looks as confused as I am. She must have sensed our confusion because she quickly helped us out by supplying her name. "Naomi Dawson." Sharma goes visibly pale. Now, she really has seen a ghost. Dawson's wife. The patron Sharma's having an affair with. I press my hands over my mouth. Naomi smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes.