Mary Winchester 소설 & 이야기

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

"Mas Suma...." *****

Tears streams down my cheeks as I watch what's happening. “No… No, Walter… No.” She drops down beside him. “You can't leave me here. Who is going to complain about my cooking? Stop it. Wake up! Wake up, Walter!” She shakes him violently, but he doesn't stir. He doesn't speak, just stays lifeless. Mary stands, clearly furious and heartbroken. “How could—” They also don't let her finish. Another gunshot erupts into the air. Mary falls to the floor, a pool of blood spreading from underneath her.

“I didn’t kill her.” Rowan’s smile turns indulgent. “Not yet.” He takes another step, lowering his voice, intimate, conspiratorial. “That’s what I like about you,” he says. “You still think you’re choosing between good and evil. It makes you very… steerable.” Behind him, Mary steps into view. My blood goes cold. She’s not bound. Not escorted. Not restrained. She’s dressed neatly, hair pinned, lips tinted and her eyes shine like a worshipper who’s been allowed closer to the altar.

He had been so focused on warding the massive iron gates that he had completely forgotten the plumbing. "Martha," Silas whispered, uttering the name of the terrified head servant who had brought me my food in the royal chambers. "Bring her to me," I commanded. Ten minutes later, the heavy iron doors of the War Room opened a fraction of an inch. Martha stood trembling on the threshold. She wore her crisp black uniform, her grey hair pulled back in a severe bun. She took one look at the bloody corpse of the High Warlock on the floor and nearly collapsed, her hands flying over her mouth to stifle a scream.

She slumps down on the bathroom floor and rested her back on the wall as she quietly starts to cry. 'This can't be true. I can't be pregnant. This is not happening' she thought, panicking from all the problems that were given to her. She deliriously looks for a sharp object in the bathroom and found a cutter. She angrily stabs her wrist trying to wake herself from the 'dream'. She felt pain from her wrist but it wasn't enough to make her feel alive. Amelia felt the warm blood trickle down her elbow continuously running down like a faucet left open.

Holy shit, I was on my way to The Walker show when I remembered these cars chasing us, headlights flashing down the windscreen, a large bump, and then… darkness. I don't remember anything other than that no matter how hard I tried. Just then, a doctor walked in, a clipboard and stethoscope around her neck. Slim, pretty brunette with pouty red lips and an incredible figure that I guess was hiding behind that lab coat. “Good, you're awake.” She nods to herself, seeming pleased. “Mr DeMarco, my name is Mary Jane. You may call me Mary.” I tried to nod, which was pretty hard to do, and then gave up. “Nice…to meet you, Dr. Jane. What… what happened?”

Saviano's face as he watched her go to her seat. She sits down, arranges the file in front of her, and opens her notebook. "Is this a joke Sin?" Mr. Saviano finally spoke up sitting upright. "Isn't this one of the daughters of Winchester? The one who accused your father of sexual-" "She is," I cut him off. "She is Mae Winchester, she is currently my assistant." "Assistant?" Mr. Saviano stares at me and then at Mae with a surprised look before bursting into laughter. "Ridiculous, you employed the person who tarnished your company's reputation as your assistant?"

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

It looked like he was catching fun, from what happened in the morning. But as for me, I was down, especially about my sick dad in the hospital. I tried my best just to overlook the uncalled nuisance he was causing in the reception, not knowing that Sandra was monitoring my facial expressions. She tapped me with her shoes and whispered in my ear. Mary, can't you see Endrick? I can see him. I replied. So why are you avoiding him, she added.