Novel & Cerita Mary Shaw

The door opened, and a maid came in with a new pair of clothes folded neatly. I looked at her face, and memories flooded back into my mind. Adrenaline flushed into my veins as I remembered her. Her blue eyes could instantly cure my anger, her black hair shone in the sun, and her lips tasted like strawberries. She was Mary Sherringham, the first girl I fell in love with. And she was the chief maid of Stephanie Collins, the daughter to the Mayor of Winekove. Whatever was happening, I wouldn't say I liked it one bit. First, I was trapped at the bottom of an ocean; now, I relived the worst year of my eternal life.

“That woman…” “Didn’t you see that she arrived with Brielle and the others just now? She’s probably one of Royal Star’s newest artists, but given that she’s connected to Mr. Hoffman, I wonder who she is!” “I know her, I’ve seen her on television before. She’s some big shot if I’m not mistaken, and her name is Winter Shaw.” “Then, she and Mr. Hoffman…” Winter was delighted at how everyone was exchanging comments among themselves, and her gaze remained on Charles as she smiled. "Uncle Charles?”

Amber Brown Clara, who made a point of showing how annoyed she was at having to introduce me to the company, made me question my sanity in having accepted all this. It didn't take long before she began to show me around the building. We started on the first floor where I was introduced to the receptionists and the entire salon.

"You are aware of his grades, Miss Hughs? It would be a shame to put someone with your academic ability with him." "I'm with Greyson," Indianna repeated. "Fine," the teacher sighed and handed Indianna a slip of paper. "You have three months. Good luck." Indianna turned around and made her way over to Greyson, handing him the slip. Greyson raised his eyebrows at the piece of paper. "The life and death of Mary Stuart. Who the hell is Mary Stuart?" "Mary Queen of Scots," Indianna said. "You must've heard of her, Greyson. She was the Queen of Scotland."

"But this is for the path ahead. Find that which your heart yearns for. Find the truth that was stolen from you. Find that which you have lost." Mara took the sword. Her fingers closed around the hilt. She did not smile. She simply bowed, turned her back on the only peace she had ever known, and walked down the steps toward the village below. --- The Whispering Woods Sloane and Elena finally broke through the humidity of the Seam.

"Ah, the passion of the youth. A public mating proposal on campus—how spirited." Cameron’s eyes narrowed into frozen slits. "Spirited? The man is kneeling before my wife. Mr. Shaw, is this how you maintain order in the Northlands?" The silence that followed was deafening. Mr. Shaw’s face went the color of ash. He squinted, finally recognizing me. "I... I’ll have the peacekeepers clear this instantly!" Shaw was one of the few who knew the truth. When the rumors had first started about me being a 'kept woman,' Cameron had personally slammed our marriage scroll onto Shaw’s desk to silence the gossip.

Scarlett POV The six of us, myself, Cayden, Bree, Jacob, Tasha and Channing are heading back to the packhouse when I realize there’s someone I should talk to before I start making calls, so I start veering to the left, heading to the area of our pack lands where individual homes stand for those people who don’t want to live in the pack house. “Alpha Scarlett? The packhouse is this way.” Cayden says with a slight laugh as he points when he notices me going off course.

Her best friend Marjorie. *****************************************

The woman in her thirties smiled politely, hanging on my every word. "I'll need shoes too, black preferably.." I paused, distracted by the clicking of a woman's heels on the flooring. I looked around and found myself unable to say another word once I saw who the woman in heels was. Jamie Harris! Fuck!! Not now!! Of all people to walk through this lobby today, it had to be her. I wasn't prepared to see her yet. I've had a long time to think about how I wanted our first conversation to go,but I was jet lagged and my brain wasn't working. I haven't shaved in months.

AT WITCHDOM PALACE: EVENING AT 7 PM SHAWNA'S POV: I was sitting in front of the mirror while looking at myself. The red puffy eyes. Two days left for my wedding. I am still stuck with the thoughts of Priam in my head. Why? Why is it so hurting? Is it because I am getting married or he is too? I was confused. My marriage was a sacrifice... I know that I will never be able to love the man I am getting married to. But I will try to be a good wife beside him. I have never seen him till now, his condition to this wedding as we will be meeting on the wedding day...