Mary Winchester Novels & Stories

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

He groaned, gasping for breath, dark vein marks thawed his skin. “Stop the bleeding,” I said to the nurse. She nodded, then set to work. “He has been poisoned, and it's not just wolfsbane,” a middle aged woman said, stepping out of the crowd to observe him. “And you are?” I asked, turning to her. She was petite, blonde and grey eyed. She was dressed in a flowy pink gown. “Martha. I was the head of the Royal Salutary” she replied. “Can you help him?” I asked.

His expression went from anger to confusion to shock in the span of a heartbeat. The curtain ripped open. Madam Fantasy was there with Keiko and Cammie and two of the security guys. Their footsteps thundered on the carpet. But it was too late. Ace's voice was hoarse, damaged from the pepper spray, but I heard every word clearly. "Jane Puckett?" The world stopped spinning. The music cut out. Everything went silent except for the sound of my own breathing and his ragged gasps as the pepper spray did its work. I stared up at him. At his red, watering eyes. At the bite mark on his hand that was starting to bleed. At the shock written across his face.

It had been so quick that nobody had time to react. A woman stepped forward, her red ruby lips curved into a smile so chilling that the men shivered. Her hair was long and pure black, her eyes obsidian. Her complexion was pale porcelain. Aaron's eyes widened as he drank her in. Her appearance had changed immensely, but he knew without a doubt he was staring at none other than MaryAnne Sinclair. "You're meant to be dead," Aaron whispered in disbelief. She threw back her head and laughed before eyeing him with amusement. "I'm not dead," she breathed, "In fact, you might say this is an improvement."

“What happened? Didn’t the attending psychiatrist say that her mental state has gradually improved? Why is she so sensitive about this wound now?” When Mariah first came back, she was in tears as she confided in Ryan about how Rowan had tortured her and how the scar on her wrist came about. She had the courage to mention this wound when she first came back but she could not even let others look at it now. The private nurse was also at a loss. “Mr. Pierce, I don’t know what’s going on.” Ryan was inexplicably upset. He raised his hand and waved at the private nurse. “You can go downstairs first.”

I remain there alone for a long time, watching the only lamp that exists illuminate very little above my head, at this moment a woman enters the room, she has blood red hair, her skin is extremely white, almost transparent, her eyes are black, on the uniform she wears, a tricolor insignia makes up above her chest, a bird with open wings is what is drawn, she sits down opposite me and then begins to speak in a soft tone. ____________ Ayla Marin, Born on April 10, 2045 new age, daughter of Revans and Laura Marin, has two brothers, Luka and Bianca, sector 4, the military. - She talks about me and then I take a deep breath. ____________ It seems that everyone has decided to research my life late

OMG. “Mary Madison Evans was the name of a sixteen year-old student who studied in White Knights University that's being suspected of the Nameless beggar’ accomplice. The photo was taken earlier and it shows that they're talking and seems too close— I turned off the Television. It's giving me headache. Where did that photo came from? Why is this happening? I heavily sighed. My eyebrows furrowed when I heard something approaching. I stood up when I heard some siren. I went near the window to check it.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

He bowed his head immediately as a sign of respect. "What is it, Morgan?" I asked him. "An old woman by the name of Martha secretly wants to see you, she arrived with Alpha's guests, but they left her in the living area to attend to matters in his office," Morgan said, and I was shocked that Martha had come to the West to find me. I wondered what she was doing here. Had Lucian caught her and gone for her life? My heart went out to her. Hearing her name brought tears to my eyes. She was the only one that was kind to me in that place. She had every reason not to be, but she was kind to me.

Elijah said, "That’s Vanessa Carson. Her father is Egbert, and her eldest uncle is Marcus. Her whole family holds essential positions in the country. It's normal for her to advance with her family background. “If her clearance score isn't too low, she can be recruited as a special member. As for the woman beside her, Mary, she showed us her dazzling driving skills during the preliminaries. Visage, she's on par with you." Sophia and Xena looked at each other and asked, "You're saying Mary can race?" Elijah replied, "Yeah, she's pretty good, too." Xena was astonished/ "That's impossible, right? She said she lost her memory, woke up, and found herself sold to the mountains to be a child bride f