Maryse Lightwood Novels & Stories

said Yuta half cursing Anna, half praising Charisa. The boy was inevitably also proud to Charisa finally, for his super lazy friend. How was it not be? His friend could be married by a Hemingway master. There was only one Hemingway family in Australia whom was highly respected, and that was the family of Charisa's husband. Luckily for the girl, even though he was one hundred percent sure, the innocent Charisa certainly didn't know who her real husband was. Charisa Zwetta Davis was so lazy whom she didn't use the Google search engine. Ckckckck ....

I thought that once we were married, he would realize what kind of woman truly deserved his love. However, I was so wrong, and it had cost me my life. That night, a wealthy lady who was a good friend of mine gave me a call. "Wendy, what's up with Yvonne? She's really overdoing it, right?” "She came and started telling everyone that you and Eric are divorced. She even said you pushed Eric into the river on purpose and then pretended to rescue him, just to make him marry you.”

Okay, let me explain, I said to her. When I was coming to work this morning, waiting for the bus, Endrick saw me and he persuaded me to give me a ride to the company but I declined. You what! She exclaimed. You mean you declined the request of Endrick to give you a lift to the company. 'Wow’, she added. Mary, don't you know almost all the female workers working in this particular company always wish for such an opportunity, even only once, but you declined. See Sandra, you can't understand. I said. Okay Mary what's there that I can't understand, she queried.

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."

Employing the soft robe supplied for her use, she hurriedly put it on. A tall woman in a figure-hugging backless purple gown was standing by the windows. As she turned, her waist-length torrent of curling copper hair flew around her narrow white shoulders and great green eyes with the luminosity of jewels fixed on Lara. Without any doubt, she was one of the most beautiful women Lara had ever seen. “Oh… there you are… I’m Meghan,’ she said in a superior tone, her gaze pinned to Lara with disturbing intensity. “Welcome to Ambergris Cay.”

Soft emergency lights reflected faintly against the polished floors while rain continued crashing outside the windows. The silence between them felt heavier now somehow. Not uncomfortable. Just filled with too many things left unsaid. When they reached Marisa’s desk, Selena bent slightly to search around the workspace. “I don’t see anything.” Adrian leaned lightly against a nearby desk while watching her. Then suddenly— his eyes narrowed slightly. “What’s that?” Selena followed his gaze. A small flash drive rested partially hidden beneath a stack of papers near Marisa’s keyboard. Selena frowned slightly before picking it up.

Theresa groaned aloud from its persistence and said, "Stop the begging already before your head explodes! Fine, you'll get your mushy mushrooms but that's if you stop bothering some helpless creature!" The flashing light stopped and the light returned to its normal colour and state of brightness. Theresa continued tossing pebbles into the water and was counting, "thirty-nine," when a head slowly popped out of the water and Maris swam to the grassy shore with the sun shining bright in the sky.

she exhaled sharply and bowed stiffly, “I’m glad I got to know you all. Would you mind telling Ryle and Kaine the same thing when they return?” The ground beneath their feet quaked and a bright light erupted from the top of the hill. The woman in the olive-green dress disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the shattered remains of the mask on the sand beneath her feet. Arianne wrapped her arms around Éclair as her friend sobbed hard against her chest, burdened by the weight of her decision. Marielle sat on the sand, her eyes fixed on the mask. Xena sidled up next to her, hugging her knees close to her chest.

Mara Sinclair was not a woman to be trifled and she made sure that everyone she worked with knew that. The only person who was actually aware of how soft she was, was her friend and newly wed Elizabeth Rodrigues. Mara was bridesmaid at her wedding and she could swear that it was the best she had ever attended, her friend glowed and shimmered all through and her eyes teared up at the sight. You could feel love in the air, dancing around the couple; a kind of love that had overcome from plenty struggles and difficulties, waxing strong between them.