Mary Shaw Poem Novels & Stories

" I struggled to keep my voice steady, to hide how thoroughly Marcus's deception had shattered me. Sleep offered no refuge. In my dreams, Jack Simpson's face loomed over me, our wedding night playing out in excruciating detail-his indifference, my loneliness, the hollow feeling of realizing I'd married a stranger. I woke gasping for air, sheets twisted around my legs, my nightgown plastered to my skin with sweat. My head throbbed mercilessly. I dragged myself to the bathroom, where the mirror reflected a stranger— eyes glassy with fever, skin ashen. _Perfect. Physical misery to match the emotional kind._ Somehow I managed to shower and pull on a cashmere turtleneck, though each movement sent

(your love destroyed me, It broke me like that I died Nor I have left any desire to live Nor I wish to die This heart wants your togetherness Despite knowing it is impossible what ever it is asking for it pretends to be oblivious Your togetherness is not heaven Nor I am an angel But if you are with me I will imagine hell as heaven as well But the problem is You do not accept my togetherness And I can not accept anything except you " Shayari said thinking about her position in life (It is written by me, forgive me if I make mistakes in translation or in the poetry itself.) " Why do not you love me like I do Shauhar ji? Why? What crime have I committed? " Shayari screamed but got no answer ***

“Because she was my mate, and I had realized it at that moment that I have loved her from the moment I saw her. I allowed you and our past to keep me away from her and my sons. We are no longer Other Half Mates Scarlett, I don't know how it happened, but the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance mate and it is Shawna, but you killed her. You might as well just kill me because even with her gone I will never be with you.” Shadow said, as he laid back allowing Shaid to continue to claw at his chest as she screamed.

"Do what you want but can I call you my queen? Or maybe mine." "You were the one who wrote that poem, are you?" Shane raised his eyebrow. "Yes, I did. Don't tell me you think that prince's was better? I can recite that poem too. In fact, I did better. And," Shane's jealousy rose. "And I can kiss you better than that scoundrel!" Mara was so confused about Shane was talking about and when she realized Shane was there at the scene earlier made her burts out laughing. Shane looked like a riped tomato while looking at Mara. "I don't see what is funny, woman."

SHAWNA'S POV: Life has always been cruel to me, I have lost all those who were once close to my heart. Standing here all alone. Well, they say, nobody's life is perfect and neither is that they are perfect... But guess that is how life is, like me. I am not perfect or either my life is, for me, life is now a mystery. It is always in suspense what the next morning bring for me?... LIFE... the four-letter word... it's amusing how tiny and simple it looks, but when we see it closely, it is a big wide world. It would take another novel to write it all about.

The trees whispered as we passed, their branches reaching like claws. We found them near the ridge, at the edge of the river clearing. Mara was on one knee, blood streaking her face, her eyes wide with fury. Around her, three of her warriors lay unconscious. Edward knelt beside her. “What happened?” She spat blood onto the dirt. “Trap. Shadow wolves. Not real—illusions. He’s playing with us.” My eyes darted to the ground—and that’s when I saw it. A scorch mark, identical to the one left by the shard weeks ago. Only this one pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat beneath the soil.

If the number of times you lied to me crumbled a little fraction of my heart, then I'm afraid I won't live to know the end of your lies. " Amyirechi ♥️♥️. "You're looking good since the last time I saw you man. Must be the perks of being a married man." Matthew mentioned as they all walked into a wide field. A large crowd of people had already gathered before the Marina bay sands to get a good view of the light and water show.

They both had their mouths open. “How is that possible? I thought silver blooded wolves were extinct.” Martha asked no one in particular. “Theg were just gone for a while. I always knew that there was something special about you. You had something that I couldn't place my hand on.” Shaw said with a smile. “We will keep practicing. You need to be prepared for what is to come.” After a couple of hours, Martha and I were groaning in pain. We walked back to the pack looking like we rolled up in the dirt

Fiasca laughed out loud. "I am a businesswoman, after all." Emma shrugged her shoulder's as if it was nothing. "Yeah, the iron lady." Fiasca grumbled in disdain. **************** Short poetry for my lovely readers: It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set:

Chapter 37 POV: Tamara Davis She was waiting for Shahara to speak the words that might hunt her forever. She was hopeful that all of this wasn’t true, yet devastated at the same time, for she knew that it was the reality which she needed to face. Shahara swallowed hard as she let out a defeated sigh. She knew that no matter how she evaded this thing from happening, but she also knew that it would eventually come out. And it would have been for the better if it came from her instead.