Mary Sue Novels & Stories

It's a serious thing, like a responsibility that needs to be taken seriously. Mary Sue deserves a better relationship. It's better for her to have multiple failed relationships than having me and end up hurt, either physically or emotionally. Being with me could be the death of her. I can't let that happen.

The girl twitched her shoulders and slowly lifted her tearful face, her eyes flushed, which made people feel distressed. Her voice has a heavy nasal sound: "Mary." It's really Lavi Sue. Mary Kinson went around to the classroom through the back door, sat down in the seat opposite her, and asked with concern: "What's the matter?" Lavi Sue's depressed head drooped on the table, her chin pressed against the table, and her voice was low: "Mary, although we haven't seen each other for several months, we have always been best friends, right?" Mary Kinson, who lived in a previous life, really always regarded Lavi Sue as her best friend. Before she died, she was still arranged by her to meet Richard.

It was just me and the driver in the cab heading to my destination. “Don’t mind Mrs Link.” the driver laughed. “She is my faithful client. I always drive her around, and she even tips me and leaves me good reviews. I think today she was just in a bad mood.” “Yea…” I sighed “Well, Mrs Link has a daughter, Susanna Link, about your age or something. You look young. Anyway, her daughter Susanna was working for Hall. Dominic Hall, up until last month. I do not like to gossip much, but Dominic Hall is not really a pleasant man from the way Mrs. Link would talk about how her daughter complained.” he replied

I understand because she has had to hide them all her life and she is worried she will hurt someone. Other than that we are actually happy and we don't hide from anyone. I got a job and started working with a construction company that pays me well. Sadie has been working as a waitress at a small diner in town, right by our home. Every dime we get we save. Once were eighteen, we have both decided to finish school and go to college together.

I handed the phone to Marge. She said hello and listened for over a minute. Then she gave her name, social security number and address. She said the word monthly. She thanked him and hung up. She started to laugh. "What?" "Sue screwed around on you because you were poor! She said she would never do that if you had enough money to support her. She told all the women in the office she could be faithful if you were rich."

Mary ask standing rigid. "She knows who killed Debra and I want to know who did it,that's not a crime is it,your daughter was the only witness to this accident,no one else was there then why can't she tell me" "Are you sure she's hiding who the killer is?"Mary respond quizzically. --- --- ---

His brown hair made it easy to know who he was. “Lucas Hawthorne," I said slowly as Maureen returned after seeing him out of the house. “Son of Lady Marty Hawthorne.” Maureen concurred. I nodded slowly. Lady Marty Hawthorne was one of the most powerful witches known. Fate, it seemed, had taken away Smithson and replaced him with someone even better. “What do you intend to do with him?" Maureen asked coldly. I turned slowly to look at her. That was coming from somewhere. I had noticed her angry expressions all along but refused to say a word about it.

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?”

feelings pass through Santiago's face, the truth is she didn't understand how someone could be so open with a person she had practically just met. — But everything got worse when she became pregnant, while I was filled with happiness, she became hysterical, she did not want children and lose her figure, she did not want to have to give up parties, trips, she said that she was not born to have children or raise them — Santiago sighed remembering those difficult moments in his personal life — I tried to make her see that I would be with her at all times, that we would be a family. To which she replied that she should stop living in fairy tales and wake up, that now a baby only came to cry, an