Mary Sue Trope Novels & Stories

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.

Even assassins have morals, you know. You may have picked up on the fact that Sarah has a few commitment issues, so when things started to get serious between us, she started looking for any excuse she could find to break things off. One day she saw me hugging one of my assassin trainees—and yes, that trainee just so happened to be Mary Sue, long before she and Sarah became acquainted in person—and Sarah blew the situation out of proportion. It was Mary Sue’s graduation, and I was congratulating her. That. Is. All. My relationship with Mary Sue was completely professional. Even after Sarah and I broke up, Mary Sue and I could have pursued a relationship if we’d wanted to, but neither of us w

"Okay. I think this is what boredom means" Mary later decided to watch a movie in the sitting room. The movie she watched somehow reflected her situation. It was a soap opera about a poor little maid who falls in love with her rich boss, she thought it would be impossible to get her bosses attention, at the end of the day, she saved her bosses life and he fell in love with her. The movie ended with them getting married. Mary could not stop smiling after watching the movie, that was definitely her story. Only that she did not know if her own boss would eventually fall in love with her, and then get married to her.

Little Miss Sunshine, however, doesn’t even bat a curled eyelash. “You know, because we’ll be teachers, so you want to stay in your Dupe character, right?” Damn it. As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. If I’m going to get into my ‘Mary Sue’ character for this mission, I need to start now. Having this little twerp tagging along is not going to help, though. I’m going to have to make a stop by a toy store and pick up some extra stuffed animals for this mission . . .

Mary Sue had whispered it during Sunday church, low and breathless, swearing her mamma knew of a girl their age in a couple of towns past who had been found cut up like cattle in a field. Damn, Mary Sue, for putting thoughts like that in her head. The day went on, and eventually she forgot to be afraid. There was too much to do for fear to take up much space. Taking care of the land wasn’t easy. The dirt was stubborn and hard, but her Pa had learned how to make it yield. It gave them enough to eat, and that was something to be grateful for. She tended the crops, fed the chickens, and washed and hung the laundry out to dry. The sun beat down on her back until sweat soaked through her clothes

You can just call me Sarah the Heterogametic Slayer. “Girlfriend, you’re making me dizzy with all that pacing,” Mary Sue snaps in an uncharacteristic display of irritation—normally it’s my job to be the bitter one in our relationship. Realizing that if I managed to get on Mary Sue’s nerves, I must be in bad shape, I stop pacing and sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers twitching and my feet tapping with continued anticipation. “Sorry,” I respond to her, “I’m just revved up. I haven’t killed anyone since . . . well, you know . . . Duluth . . . ”

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.

If he plays his cards well in his next plan, he just might manage to get more than he's bargaining for. * At the hospital the next morning, where Sue sits alone in the reception, her eyes glued to the TV where the morning news is being cast... Holly, Darlene, Harry, Tanya, Marshall and Jean crowd around her. Trying to offer her some words of comforts to her even while they were also in pain. Sue though, is numb to the bones. She can't feel anything. She was robbed. Of many things in broad daylight. Her eyes, red and puffy, her gown still stained with the blood of both men, she looks like a living Anabelle doll.

Sometimes she can be so pushy but then again, aren't all mothers wired the same way? Running a hand through my hair, I get up. Thinking I should close my eyes for an hour before starting the day. I'm halfway up the stairs when the front door opens and Paulo walks in, supporting an injured Marianna. Battered is more like it. She's got bruises everywhere. Her left eye is swollen shut, and her face is covered with other bruises. The black sexy dress she left in is nowhere to be seen. In its place is a T-shirt that I'm guessing belongs to Paulo. She looks nothing like the woman who left earlier. Jesus, what happened to her? "Don't fucking touch me!" she snarls and I realize my hand had reached o