Miss Marple's Novels & Stories

“What! I can’t do that, its hard” “Aw come on it’s not that bad. Lets use a good old trick shall we?” He looks around till he sees a girl. She looked like a model, what does she eat grass? focus Summer! He walks towards her but not so far so i can’t hear. “hey..” he trails off. “Marissa”

Mara grinned, quick and, mischievous, the kind of smile that made me want to both hug her and strangle her. “Are you missing them?” she teased. “Worried about them?” I cringed so hard my whole face spasmed. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I snapped, sitting up straighter. The silk dress clung to my damp skin. “Missing them? I’d rather miss a migraine. Or the knife I left in my last lover’s spine rather than those four rabid cocks. Worried? The only thing I’m worried about is that they’ll actually come back and ruin my quiet death fantasy.”

She twisted in her seat, eyes bright with curiosity. "You must be Chelsea." She said. Her voice was graceful and I could admit that she was beautiful. She reached over the seat to shake my hand and I noticed her nails were done. They were painted a perfect nude pink. "I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Mara." Victor beamed as he sat behind the wheels and began to drive. "Yeah, she’s the one I told you about, babe. Mr Grey's new personal assistant." "Damn, she's so pretty." Mara giggled, covering her mouth.

Guilty. A woman. I stood there. Tall. Blonde. Beautiful. On the way. That cut. Like knives. "Oh." She smiled. Sharp. Predatory. "Sorry. Didn't mean. To interrupt." I searched. Claire's memories. Fast. This was Marissa. Dr. Marissa Chen. Surgeon. Ambitious. Dangerous. And she wanted to. Kieran. "Marissa," Kieran said. His voice. Back to cold. Professional. "What do you need?"

she smiled slightly, “it must be case 304, then.” The mention of the number sent a chill through me. Marcela had always been very observant. Beautiful, efficient, the kind of woman who knew how to put herself at the center of any room. Her perfume mingled with the smell of antiseptic, creating a contrast that reminded me of who I used to be before Camila came along: the man who never turned down an invitation. She tilted her head, looking at me with a mixture of mischief and curiosity. “The hospital is quiet, doctor. Would you like some coffee? It's good for chasing away the guilt of those who work too hard.”

A date that made the back of her neck go cold. “Find what you need?” Maris asked from the doorway, gentler now. Evelyn closed the folder slowly, palms flat on the paper. “Who brought this case?” Maris shrugged like the question was too small for the answer. “People with money. People who think no one bleeds if the carpet’s nice enough.” “Do you remember the subject?” Evelyn asked. “H?” Maris considered. “I remember the family. Not kind. Not patient. The girl was pretty. The kind of pretty that makes the world assume it can take. She smiled like she owed us for looking.” A pause. “She died.”

He didn't understand of course, but Jenn—one of the female maids—helped me translate it to him. I walked inside the big kitchen, Igor was absent(strange, given the kitchen was practically his home.) I saw a few maids doing the dishes, I walked up to them and gently dropped the plate, all three looked up at me with horror, the other two who were cleaning also looked at me with the same look, I started to wonder what the problem was. Had Aleksei kissed me so hard he ruined my lipstick!

She looked beautiful and also looked like someone in her late thirties and I knew she wasn't a doctor since she wasn't wearing a hospital gown. “Hello Clara.” “Hello to you ma'am…who are you and how do you know my name??” I asked in confusion. “I am your Mother Clara.”

“Sergeant Mara.” Mara was turning her back at them, and quickly veered around at the call of her name, and seeing Cohen, she walked closer to meet him, and curtsied her head immediately as she arrived at his front. “Good morning, Mr. Cohen.” She greeted. Cohen slightly bent his neck. “Good day, Mara,” he responded, and quickly explained restlessly. “We are here to report a missing person.”

Athos "I think I found something here, Mr. Mazza!" Marli, our Senior lawyer says, holding up a paper and waving it in front of my eyes. I confess I'm hoping this one has something useful. It's already quite late, and we're all tired. Anxiously, I move closer to her and take the paper from her hand, breaking into a victorious smile.