Mary Sue/gary Stu Test Novels & Stories

My voice cracked. He froze. Guilt all over his face. His throat moved like he had something to say, but all I got was, "I'm sorry." Even now, with everything on the line, he picked silence over owning up to his stupid little test. No surprise. When I lost our first baby, he cried, then dumped me at some sketchy back-alley clinic. The crappy treatment wrecked my body. I've been hurting ever since. Even today, the doctor warned me:

Mary Sue lets out an annoyed laugh, and replies, “I don’t give him enough sex-ed credit to be able to recognize those signs.” I send Duke a message, taking a page out of Mary Sue’s book, letting him know I’m feeling under the weather so I’ll have to take a rain check on seeing him again tonight. I get a message back a few minutes later, telling me to feel better. Fuck, he’s a nice guy. It’s really going to suck when I have to kill him.