Mary Wardwell Novels & Stories

"Bella, I thought I was losing you." My chest instantly felt heavy at the sadness in his voice. He was so afraid that I could see the fear in his face. But before I could say something to comfort my husband, another voice interrupted. "Mrs. Warren." I turned my head to see Martha standing by the door, her hands clasped in front of her. Martha, the head of our household staff. The woman who had run Cole's homes long before I came into the picture. She was like a mother I never had.

Edmund three weeks old with his grandfather's name and his mother's eyes and apparently my eyebrows. Daniel two blocks from the water building things under his own name. Griffin answering questions a three week old cannot ask yet. Marcus and Sebastian on Fridays. Margaret with her window boxes and Archie and the twenty year game that landed exactly where she intended. All of it. Every piece of it. Exactly right. As it had always been going to be. From the moment a woman raised a paddle at a charity auction for a Maine vacation rental with a kitchen facing the ocean and looked across the room and found someone looking back.

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

The membership of the Sisters of Charity boasted a good deal of the wealthier merchant’s wives. Elise recognized the milliner’s wife, Tillie O’Hare, working the refreshment stand and made way to pay her a greeting. Alexander made his way to a group of bachelors dressed in the same attire as he wore. Mary and Sidney headed to the sitting area where they were sure to find their friends gathered in friendly conversation. ***

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

Mary argued, her head bowed low, oblivious of the hard gaze her husband now had in his eyes “Really, I ought to?” Jared muttered dangerously, his tolerance completely blown up Mary failed to read the tone, she pressed on her point wanting to make good use of the opportunity” Yes, I am your wife also, I am now the second person to your soul, you ought to love me as equally as you love Evangeline, i…..” Jared did not let her finish her words when he slammed her hard against the carriage chair, her slender hands held tightly with one hand

The woman glared and Mrs Ford's just started laughing because she had caught sight of Aiden walking towards them. "I'm afraid Aiden is married to two wives and he doesn't even know it." Mrs Ford's said, laughing maniacally holding her stomach and pointing towards Aiden who was walking towards them. The woman stretched her hands and the guards who were not carrying anything took the bags she was holding as she began walking toward Aiden. "See that? That's the real Mrs Wellington. Her aura even screams richness." The Karen worker snickered at Marina. "You heard the announcement. The shop is locked, you can go away with your 10 dollars to some thrift store." She chastised and at the same time,

"Well, I met Mrs. Mary, the former Chief Maid of the Huxley family but now the Chief Maid of Marcellus. She could tell she was still angry with me." "Mrs. Mary's face was still etched with anger as I stood before her. I could tell she was still upset with me about the almost fight I had with Larisa on her wedding day. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, her expression softened slightly". Clara said." At that point, I expressed my desire to see Marcellus, and Mrs. Mary informed me that he was currently in the hospital due to being involved in an accident. I was shocked so I asked her which hospital he was located in, and she replied that she and the driver were on their way to the hosp

Even in the daylight it seemed to whisper of treachery and consternation, and it was no wonder the original owners had given it such a fortuitous name. Serendipity Fizzlestitch had not called Marwolaeth her home for nearly eight years, choosing instead to occupy a much smaller, much less daunting cottage nearly twenty furlongs to the south of her original home, off in the woods where the trees blocked most of the view of the gothic structure. Not that she ever went out where she could potentially catch a glimpse, nor did she ever dare peek out the tightly drawn, black woolen curtains. Her mind was apt to visit Marwolaeth even without a visual reminder, and she found it best to distance herse