Miss Mary Mack Horror Novels & Stories

AUTHOR'S POV "Fuck..." Gavin punched the wall of his office, making his servants flinched except for the butler, and the head maid, who was worrying about her Lady. 'My lady... ' The head maid clenched her both hand as she silently prayed for her Lady's safety as there are still no news about her whereabouts. Madison Morgan, the mistress of the house of Morgans, has disappeared like a bubble that made a ruckus inside of the manor as well as the other territories of the Morgans.

Louisa answered with a curt nod of her head. The two of them continued walking, until at last they arrived right in front of Jane's prison cell. A police officer approached Louisa and Henry, who was silent there, staring blankly at Jane's prison cell, which contained a nightstand covered in a long white cloth and stained with blood. “Miss Tomkins, we found this letter near Miss Miller's body back then. It has your name on it, so this was written by Miss Miller for you just before her death." The policeman explained as he handed a plastic bag containing the letter to Louisa.

Mr. Miller glanced lightly at Mara without much change in his expression. "Follow me to the office" He said lightly and turned away. Mara stared at his leaving back coldly buy still followed behind him. They got to his office and the door was shut close. "What did you just say?" Mr. Miller sat down and asked the girl standing in front of him. "I said that Rose Blair is a Zombie!" Mara repeated without any fear. She was confident in her discovery and knew that they would believe her.

I end the call before I break something. A message pops up immediately. Nathaniel: Hey Michael 👋😁. Maddox is here, running her mouth about your little professor. Said some vile shit, the kind that’ll hurt a sensitive girl. You might want to check on her. Bye now 👋. Maddox. That pathetic puppet of my father. A disposable dog. A rat in pink lipstick. How dare she open her filthy mouth to speak about Red? I chuckle darkly. It’s time to put a bad dog down.

In the Mafia world, you didn't survive by being polite. "No thanks, I brought my own," I declined, reaching into my bag for my silver tumbler. I took a small, careful sip to clear my throat. Across the room, Rebekah watched me, a smug, dark satisfaction settling over her features. Just as the marshals called my name, a sudden, white-hot pain tore through my abdomen. I doubled over, my vision blurring for a split second. Someone had spiked my water. But how? The tumbler had been in my bag. I bit my lip until I tasted copper, forcing the pain down. I hadn’t drunk much—just one sip—but the toxin was already clawing at my gut. I had to push through.

It was broken by a thin, sharp wail. Martha stood in the center of the kitchen, bathed in the moonlight filtering through the window. In her arms, she held a bundle, wet and shivering. She didn't look at the broken, still form of Sarah on the floor. Sarah had served her purpose. The debt was collected. Martha looked down at the infant. The baby stopped crying and looked up. For a second, Martha saw something in those newborn eyes—a flash of recognition, a familiar spark of defiance that belonged to a girl who had died ten years ago.

The lights to the pack hospital were on, even though it was the middle of the night. The Alpha and I got out and headed into the building and walked up to the reception area. “General Nerine has broken her arm; I would like the doctor to make sure it is set properly before it heals." The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting area. “I am doctor Aura, please come with me.” Dr Aura was small for a werewolf; she was petite with greying brown hair and brown eyes. I nodded and followed her as she led me down a hallway and into an examination room.

Mike swallowed nervously, then tried the doorknob. The door opened without any restraint, and he stepped inside. The interior of the house was dark, the curtains drawn. "Scott?" He called out, and silence answered him. He walked slowly inside the house. "It's your buddy Mike. I'm back from Beacontown. A lot of things happened, actually. I saw my daughter again—well, she's not actually my daughter. Turns out she's Dr Makovsky's daughter actually. I came down to Perkins and fought his rabid wolves at the laboratory. As crazy as all of that sounds, it actually happened. Anyway, I got your mail. Your mailbox was knocked down—"

Like an incised knife in this heart, it hurts. My past pains are bleeding again. My habit of trusting too much and forgiving everything normally made Mas Bram fall in love with other women. Actually I, do not want this man in front of me will end up like that. Will my second marriage also end the same? He sat me on the edge of the bed. Mas Suma squatted on the floor holding my hand. He tried to explain what happened. "My Maharani, we had a meeting earlier. However, Catherine suddenly fainted. That's why I immediately took her to the hospital," he explained in a low tone. I glanced at him, and smiled slyly.

I arched my eyebrow in confusion, and it was then I noticed the tiny peephole, and I twisted my body desperately, looking through it. Weirdly, Mrs Williams stared directly at me; my heart missed at least two solid beats and immediately shrunk away. “ Dante, I’ll be expecting you for dinner tonight, and also, you can bring your friend who is under the table. She can get out of there. I'm sure the poor girl is all cramped up there.” I turned an impossible shade of red literally. I was glued to that spot till I heard the door close shut, Dante pushed his chair back and bent, mischief in his eyes.