Mary Winchester Novels & Stories

I tried to make conversation, but she just responded with monosyllabic answers. As I finished my meal, I requested a glass of wine. Martha hesitated, her eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. _Martha's POV_ As soon as Lexi requested the wine, I felt my heart racing. This was it. This was the moment I had to pour the medication into her drink. I hesitated, my hands shaking. But then I received the audio message. My daughters' desperate voices pierced my heart, and I knew I had no choice. I poured the medication into the wine, feeling a wave of guilt over me.

"Ah, child, I can't say it right now. I can only inform you that your brother is not..." Marilyn was dumbfounded when she heard the final few words. "Never?" "Never...was!" Marshawn spoke seriously. Marilyn's eyes reddened. "I don't believe it! You're lying to me, Grandpa!" However, when Marilyn snapped back to her senses, she was surprised to see that Jennifer had already died at Marshawn's hands. Marshawn had snapped her neck as easily as killing a chicken. Marshawn looked at her coldly. "My girl, some things need to be thought of differently!"

And tonight, I feel something I’ve never felt before, maybe tonight is the first time I truly feel alone as a wife. I reach for the thin blanket I’d used on the sofa and slowly stand. I’ve been sitting on the cold floor too long. My legs are numb strangely more comforting than whatever is happening inside my chest. I walk toward the small kitchen at the end of the living room — not the main one, just the pantry where the staff usually prepare drinks. A soft yellow light flickers on automatically when I step inside. “Is there anything I can get for you, ma’am?” I flinch. One of the housemaids is still awake. Martha — the oldest employee in the Winchester household. A woman who always tries to

And now I was getting kicked out, I knew this was exile. Aunt Maya was going to be more than happy to have me live with her. But I didn't want to, Derrick was probably going to change his mind and tell me he felt the same way for me. But that was never going to happen. Aunt Maya was a widow, once married to a powerful alpha. He had lost his life in the war between wolves and vampires. He left her with a son Klutz, a dumb son. I wondered how he was.

Geri and the doctor arrive at Mary,s place and the sun is almost setting. Mary is out of her house trying to feed his pigs when she spots a car standing some few meters away from her compound, she stops feeding the pigs and moves closer to the wooden poles surrounding her compound. She looks keenly and sees two men heading towards her direction. She drops the bucket and enters the house, quickly runs to her bedroom and takes out a shotgun that is all dusty, blows the dust off and walks with it outside. She stands next to the barbed wire and aims perfectly at the two of them.

Her gaze flickered at Ryan, confusion etched across her face. Realizing that there was someone else behind her, Mary swiftly withdrew the gun from her purse, her sinister intentions written across her face. Her eyes narrowed on Scarlet, and her finger twitched on the trigger. “I hope you rot in hell, Scarlet,” Mary muttered. Before Scarlet could fathom what was happening, there was a deafening gunshot in the air, and her body immediately fell to the ground.

she replied, hoping that would suffice. But the woman persisted, "What's his name? I might have heard of him." River realized she couldn't escape the woman's prying questions easily. She decided to tell a bit more without revealing too much, "His name is Marwick, but he prefers to keep a low profile," she said, hoping that would end the line of questioning, “he is quite an introvert.” The woman seemed satisfied with the response and finally introduced herself, "I'm Martha, by the way. Lovely to meet you and your husband, even though I haven't had the pleasure."

Mary ask standing rigid. "She knows who killed Debra and I want to know who did it,that's not a crime is it,your daughter was the only witness to this accident,no one else was there then why can't she tell me" "Are you sure she's hiding who the killer is?"Mary respond quizzically. --- --- ---

“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."