Romans & histoires Mary Sue Example

“Yuna! You’re amazing! This is the perfect chance to shove it in their faces, right? I’m quitting right now!” An hour later, Mary was sitting in my office, proudly recounting all her “accomplishments.” "I, Mary Moore, who was once stuck in a job I couldn’t care less about, but still holding onto some weird sense of loyalty, slammed my company ID right into Mandy’s face, shot her a ‘I’m done with this’, and stormed out. Let me tell you, it was so smooth. “Oh, and just before I left, I even managed to sabotage her ‘money tree’."

Okay, let me explain, I said to her. When I was coming to work this morning, waiting for the bus, Endrick saw me and he persuaded me to give me a ride to the company but I declined. You what! She exclaimed. You mean you declined the request of Endrick to give you a lift to the company. 'Wow’, she added. Mary, don't you know almost all the female workers working in this particular company always wish for such an opportunity, even only once, but you declined. See Sandra, you can't understand. I said. Okay Mary what's there that I can't understand, she queried.

Will it surprise you to learn that I am greatly looking forward to killing these despicable examples of human excrement? “So, what do you think?” Mary Sue asks, sitting down on the bed next to me. I’d become so engrossed in reading the files, I hadn’t even noticed that her food had been delivered and devoured. “I’m thinking I’m going to enjoy killing these douche bags so much, it’s almost wrong for me to get paid for it—almost.” Mary Sue smirks, relaxing for the first time that morning. Clearly she just had a case of being hangry. “Yeah, that’s for sure. But how do you think we should proceed?”

Mary screams turning around again and grabbing her bra from the lounge chair. "I probably am," Sam says, "and you're just a woman skinny dipping in her neighbor's pool... every pool man's wet... um, fantasy, ma'am." Mary almost laughs in spite of herself. "You can say wet dream," she says, "I'm a grown woman." She fastens her bra and pulls her blouse over her head. "That you are, ma'am," Sam says appreciatively. Fully dressed, Mary walks over to where Sam's standing. "And you're an asshole!" Mary cries as she slaps him hard across the face. Turning away, she walks back towards the house.

Mary screamed at her, heartbroken. “With your little mind, do you really think you can beat Amanda? You think if you bring her over, she’ll give you the formula? You’re dreaming!” Mary’s entire body ached. How had she raised such a cruel daughter? “Hmph…” Sheila sneered and yelled at her mother’s back, “Just wait. Once I get the formula, I’ll feed it to you piece by piece.” Mary’s foot slipped, and she almost fell. She knew, deep down, that she might not live to see that day.

"Nuthin we do is normal, son, but it works for us." Susan sent a text. She was in a bathroom stall, dress up, panties down, masturbating. The message. "Show me to them. Make sure they're interested." I passed my phone around. Everybody nodded. Mary said. "Your wife's tall. I like that. Let's do it."

Susan smiled as she spoke to Alexa and Rose with a soft voice, in a bid to show off. Her upturned eyes were evidently saying, ‘Look at me, get jealous, I get to eat meals from fancy restaurants and you all had to eat the trash prepared by the village!’ Disgusted and having no words for Susan, Alexa and Rose got up and proceeded to freshen up. As everyone rested, the internet exploded with the force of a shooting star because Mary had taken action.

Mary did not have a chance to do anything to Sabrina. Sabrina and her mother then left the area, and Mary lost any chances she might have. However, her hatred of Sabrina has never disappeared since then. Mary was not very educated, and she was always with her gang of punks after graduating middle school. She even had an abortion before and never attended high school or university.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Mary let out a short, proud laugh, relishing in the chaos she had fomented. She had reveled in the knowledge that Susan’s animosity towards Scarlet was intensifying, now fueled by the belief that Scarlet had taken everything from her, including their mother’s love. And even though she never intended to let Scarlet know this, the horrified look on Scarlet’s face was enough to make her horrible day a little less horrible.

Dad did not know the vent had been broken for years. I wanted to tell him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a clump of bloody foam choked me. My temples throbbed. My brain began to starve for air. I opened my mouth like a fish thrown onto dry land, desperately trying to breathe. To get air, I clawed at my own throat. My nails dug into my skin, leaving deep red marks. In the end, my face swelled purple, and my awareness faded. ... At dawn, Megan ran over with tear tracks still on her face.