Mary Sue Character Novels & Stories

“After you pulled out because Mathew has been making trouble, Sir Denmark worried that something would really happen, so he invested?” "...you are saying," Susan asked in disbelief. "He did it for me?" Mandy was somewhat speechless, and Susan’s words made her somewhat unsatisfactory. After spending a lot of time with Susan, Mandy was very aware of her character. Susan was arrogant and very selfish, constantly feeling that everyone likes her and that their world should revolve around her. Joshua is undoubtedly the best among the men she met, so even if they have had an unpleasant experience, Susan still had fantasies about him.

I thought I was prepared until I was truly faced with hostility. "Is that…" Susan trailed off, catching my attention. "Well well… look who just walked in. If it isn't Little Miss Marylin herself,"she sang. I turned my head to the door since my seat was backing it. Marilyn strode in with her usual pride hanging off her shoulders and her minions around her. She looked like the boss-- typical rich and popular girl with her little goons. She was all grown up now and even more beautiful in person. She looked like a mini Louise-- nothing like Malcolm but that attitude, she was his daughter, alright?

An event that was both a let-down and a cock-up in one fell swoop. Things would’ve been so different if he’d been going with Selina. Or — and his prick leapt like a salmon at the thought - if mouthwatering Misty were his date for the night. As it was, instead of going to the party with the branch sexpot, he was going with the branch ‘mouse’. Mary Marwood, a brown-chaired, blue-stockinged systems analyst, was the firm’s newcomer, and a right plain jane if ever there was one. Niall couldn’t believe he’d gone and invited her.

Sarah followed, and stopped opposite Gladys with the large portrait of the Holy Mary on the wall between them. "Do you believe in the mother of Jesus?" Gladys asked with a wry smile while the others watched. Sarah scrutinized the large framed picture for a second. "I was never Catholic to begin with," she simply said. "What about the saints?" Gladys asked again. "No," Sarah answered. "What's the whole point of your stupid questions?" Yin impatiently asked angrily. "Can we just find the damn secret door and get the hell out of here already?!" Gladys shot her a glare, and without a word, she ran her fingers on the lips of the painting of Mother Mary, smiling.

As far as I know, Mary only focuses on business and making money. Her motto is “Work to escape poverty”. Now, she has escaped poverty and is very rich, but is still single. “Would you like some orange juice? I just squeezed a kilo of fresh oranges, let me get you a glass of orange juice.” After I nodded, Mary quickly walked into the kitchen. I didn't sit but walked around the living room, looking at the paintings and photos hanging on the wall. My eyes suddenly lit up when I saw the familiar face of Harry. It took me several times to rub my eyes before I was sure that it was him, not someone like him.