Miss Marple's Novels & Stories

𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 I leaned back, a dark, self deprecating smile pulling at my lips. If any of the shareholders or board members at Sterling Holdings could see me right now, they would think I’d lost my mind. The ruthless, untouchable Xavier Sterling, reduced to counting the minutes between unread messages from a woman he’d met in the hazy, tequila scented shadows of an exclusive club. But Marissa Harrison wasn't just any woman. She was my obsession. My First Love.

The sunlight streaming into the room made Marley realize how late it was. She was late for work. She got up and winced at the pain that shot through her. Her clit was so sore and she took one step at a time to the bathroom. Marley walked down the stairs slowly already dressed up for work and she met Missus at the bottom of the stairs. The woman had a cheerful smile on her face and she giggled when she saw Marley. What was the happy occasion? Marley couldn't help but wonder. “Good morning.” She greeted and Missus’ lips stretched out wide.

I stared at a framed poster on the wall that said: DISCRETION. RELIABILITY. PROFESSIONALISM. Which was a dramatic way to describe cleaning, but okay. A door opened. “Quinn Parker?” a voice called. I looked up. A woman stepped out holding a clipboard. She wore a soft gray sweater and had kind eyes that made her look like she’d tell you the truth even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “That’s me,” I said, standing quickly. “I’m Marisol,” she said, smiling. “Come on back.”

Cross ached an eyebrow Vivian nodded and her face went pale. Mrs. Cross stared at her blankly not knowing how to comfort her when she needed comforting herself. Then a knock interrupted them. The housekeeper stepped in with an apologetic expression. “I am sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Cross. There is a Detective Marsh at the door. He says it concerns the investigation into your son’s death. He asked if Mrs. Hale was available as well.” Mrs. Cross’s cup stopped halfway to her mouth.

“Why is she fainting again?” Marcella Thompson asked, visibly panicked. “You said that she is cured!” and she goes and takes Amber’s hand in her hand. “The blood we gave her seems to not work anymore. I don’t know what happened and how something like this is possible but the blood vanished into thin air once with Miss Sarah’s death.” and the doctor looked at her shrugging his shoulders, but hearing him Marcella is having a nervous breakdown. “ Miss?!!?!?”she yelled at the top of her lungs ”that bastard was and it will never be someone who should be called a Miss!” and she almost hit the doctor but Mark caught her arms and stopped it.

Again, I felt fine, but then maybe I wasn't completely. "Adrianne, you're not okay, all the colour has drained from you're face. You practically look like a ghost." I rolled my eyes sitting up. Leave it to Mavis to start exaggerating. "Don't get fresh with me Missy." Mavis said. This made us both laugh. Just then Mara arrived holding a bottle in her hand looking down at us. "I got the smelling salts-, oh thank goodness she's awake." She dropped the very suspicious looking bottle on a table, a bottle that I'm sure would have been under my nose in an instant, and moved over to us.

The only pop of colour were the lavender Flowers that was situated at the four corners of the room. As Grace walked into the office, She immediately spotted Mrs Smart sitting upright on her chair behind her table with her arms crossed. Miranda looked a bit different from the first time Grace had seen her. Standing in front of her soon to be boss in such proximity and clearer mind, she was able to examine her soft features and hard exterior.

I mentally screamed at my reflection of all dolled up to marry that bastard criminal. Marriage to criminal. Wow now that's sound extremely sick but fuck my life... This is what going to happen next. I was going to marry a criminal. " You ready sweetheart?" A sudden energetic and sweet voice dragged me back to reality making my head snapped in the direction of female figure who was looking back at me with a charming smile. I forrowed my eyebrows only to realize that she was no one other then Grace... Blake's sister. Yep... Definitely a whore of Zachary.

“Mr. Billion. Ms. Generys. We must speak right away.” Charles came forward. “Did you see Marie?” The detective wavered. “No. She’s not at any of the known locations.” Fiona felt Candy nuzzle her face into her neck. The detective furthered- “But we found something else.” He turned the tablet around. On the screen was a motel security still. Blurry… but unmistakable. Marie Drams. Standing at a window. Talking to a woman with long dark hair tied in a severe knot. Fiona felt her whole body go cold.

She added. Harvey nod his head and close the door. Mari sighed and rested her head on the back rest of her swivel chair. Something is off with her, a memory started flashing on her mind again but she can't recognize the man's face. She shook her head and massage het temple when Hayes went in and handed her food. She felt him staring at her so, she eyed him back. "Stop staring, it's rude," she blurted, rudely. "Just leave my office."