Mary Winchester Novels & Stories

“I need your best on this, Dave.” X “Can I offer you a cup of coffee, officer?” Mary Boyd looked like a tiny bird of a woman. She was wrapped tightly in a pink flannel bath robe and her short silver-gray hair was permed into tight curls. Her eyes were bloodshot and the remains of tears still clung to the deep wrinkles around her mouth. “Please, Mrs. Boyd. Thank you,” I said, hovering by the square antique table where Sarah Hayes, the chief’s wife, sat. “Mary,” Sarah said gently. “Let me get that.”

Rowan's POV Before I could even process the news, a sharp, blinding pain shot up from the bridge of my foot. The village chief, Martha Campbell, spat in my face as she viciously warned me, "Rowan White, I'm sure you know exactly what to say and what to keep to yourself. If you don't keep your mouth shut, we'll gladly air all your dirty laundry. When that happens, you, the scion of the White family, won't have much of a reputation left."

I said, "That's exactly my point, Mrs. Hearth. From now on, just take the car when you need a ride. Don't try to tough it out. None of this would've happened if you'd just ridden with us. Don't you think so?" Mrs. Hearth looked at me. Although she was reluctant, she had to admit that I was right. "You're right. I should've just gone with you." I arranged for her to receive a recovery meal plan and even made her chicken soup. Her complexion improved noticeably over the next few days. … The doctor cleared Mrs. Hearth for discharge several days later. Calvin bought her a motorized wheelchair with a control panel built into the armrest so she could operate it herself. With her leg broken, it bec

The daughter was Emma. The realization hit me like a freight train. Emma, the woman I married, the woman who somehow became the light in my otherwise dark world, was connected to a past that my family had buried deep. A past that involved death, secrets, and betrayal. I couldn't breathe when I realized it. The weight of that knowledge crushed me, and it was all I could do to keep from breaking down completely.

" Mary yelled, her voice echoing through the hallways. She shook her head hard, as if trying to ward off the thought. Nicholas wouldn’t do that. Nicholas wouldn't do that. She chanted to herself, trying to stay sane. Mary got up and walked towards the TV on the wall, her eyes casting around, looking for the manual controls. She found it on the shelves and picked it up, turning it on. Mary recoiled as the TV screen lit up, the bright light shone brightly on her face. She padded back to the sofa, scanning through the channels until she settled on the family channel. The channel was enough to pique her curiosity, and it kept her occupied. And so Mary stayed the night, armed with a quarter-fille

With how different the two women are raised in the Winchester Family, nobody would assume that they were twins. Winchester Family is a wealthy family in the country, Great Blackhampton. Vergil Winchester is the Patriarch and Regina Quentin-Winchester is the Matriarch of the family. They only have two offspring, their son, Osmond, who married Vanessa Carlton--also from a rich family who owns businesses in the entertainment industry. And Osmond's sister, Cassandra Winchester-Barnes, who married Winston Barnes, an owner of a famous restaurant overseas. Cassandra is a chef in Winston's restaurant, which is how they met. They live overseas with their son Harlan who is 20 years old and is studying

the doctor said. "Thank you, doc" as the doc smiles and left. --- "Sweetie, do you want a rib-eye steak or a pork barbecue?" my mom shouted from the kitchen. "I'll have the pork barbecue, mom. Thank you!" I shouted out. 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' The line keeps repeating on inside my head. I feel anxious, worried, and confuse. "Where is she?" a whispered sentence escape my mouth.

It’s funny how he quickly rolled down his brave facade now that the tables have turned. “It’s him, not you,” I repeated my words from before. He opened his mouth, ready to argue, but I shook my head. “Never believe something unless you see the proof with your own eyes; that was your first mistake. You hesitated when I asked you. The second one is for you to label me as a Suarez,” I spat. “I never was and never will be part of your family.” Fear crosses his face as he realizes my intent. “I am Mrs. Martinelli,” I smirked, raised my gun, and squeezed the trigger before he could spit more lies. Wide-eyed, a bullet hole between his eyes, he took his last breath. “Remember that, amigo.”

Mary said, drawing back from his outstretched hand. Martha giggled and came closer to him. "Hi! I'm Martha, but my friends call me Marti." She said shaking his hand. Mary scrunched her nose and looked at her sister like she was crazy. "Oh! You actually have bacon grease all over your chin." Martha squealed as she tugged at his chin.

“She’s talking to Darci…” “And messaging Ralph.” I finished the thought. “Looks that way.” I frowned at the screen. “Which means she’s working for both of them.” Ryker scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Whatever Darci wanted hasn’t happened yet.” “Apparently not.” That worried me almost as much as the poison. If Mary had been carrying out separate instructions for two different people, then whatever she’d already done might only be the beginning. We switched back to the wider camera angle. Mary calmly placed several drinks onto a serving tray before adding bowls of soup and plates of food. A few moments later Wilma entered the kitchen.