Mary Wardwell Novels & Stories

“Or Rowan starts thinking you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Mary’s fingers tremble once as she takes the pen. Good. For the first time in her life, she is afraid of the man she worships. She writes. Neat lines. Careful curves. No wasted ink. When she’s done, Melody holds the paper up, reads it once, expression flat. Then she melts wax onto the fold and presses a seal. Not the royal seal. Mary’s seal, her old family stamp from Ridgepoint, the one she still carries because she thinks her history is a weapon.

Martha's mind was ablaze with swirling thoughts, but suddenly, a realization dawned on her. Hadn't Vivian, Mia’s sister, always been the one keenly interested in Shawn Mandez? Was Vivian aware of this? A wry smile appeared on Martha's face as her brows furrowed in contemplation. She could bet Vivian was in the dark about Mia’s marriage to Shawn Mandez. How interesting.

Alec’s smile froze. “Extravagant?” “Yes,” I continued, deliberately painting the picture slowly. “A large hall, the best catering service, gold-themed décor, real roses flown in, expensive outfits, the finest musicians… everything perfect.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Th-that’s… a lot, Alira.” “Of course,” I said sweetly. “Marriage is once in a lifetime, isn’t it? We should do it right.” His face began to pale, his fingers twitching slightly.

Molly replied while glancing around to look for any sign of Rayan. “Yeah maybe.” Lily nodded with a sigh. Molly was about to walk away with the tray of glasses when a middle-aged woman walked towards them. Molly instantly recognized her as the person in charge of the food. Her name was Martha, and she was one of the strictest and meanest maids she had come across.

She pulled it out and stabbed him again. “No! Get off him!” I screamed and grabbed a vase off the mantle then threw it at her, but she dodged it easily. “It’s your fault that they took Miles!” Dawn screamed. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” I screamed back. “They took him in for the murders even though he never killed anyone. Just because they found the murder weapon with the initial M.D. on it, I told them it could also mean Marina Davis, but they never listened to me!” Dawn said bitterly.

I bowed to him and he know that nodded then I glanced beside him to see the queen. " long live queen Adalind" I bowed and she rolled her eyes. The princess was sitting beside her mother and I greeted her also. "Melissa today marks your 18th year of serving your mother's punishment after she died weakly without completing her punishment" he said and I sighed inside "I know they killed her know that to make me suffer but it's all over now I'm going to free year and go to the human world. "So because you have completed the punishment you are hereby set free; you can go on and live among your fellow mermaid"

The middle-aged woman looked very angry when she found out that Raga had secretly met his ex-wife. Earlier when after attending her friend's event, Mrs. Maharani took the time to stop by Raga's house to see her son and daughter-in-law. When Raga was calling Yasmin in his room, the man's cell phone was accidentally left on the living room sofa. Mrs. Maharani who saw an incoming call from a contact named Devandra immediately picked up the call without Raga's knowledge.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

Cordelia Blackwell I stared at the tombstone of Jeanette McConnel, and I read the epitaph engraved on the stone. “A loving mother and a precious servant of nature.” My eyes narrowed when I saw the date of her death, “1960.” “You found her?” His voice startled me.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.