Miss Mary Mack Horror Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes, "If I did, I wouldn't be here." "No idea if maybe rogue wolves took his body?" She shook her head again, "I didn’t even see his decaying heart." "Do you think Ryker took the liberty to-" Both women scoffed, "Right," I nodded, "Ryker would never." Marissa stood up with a sigh, "I have to prepare for the first coming today. See you soon?" "A guest?" I queried, and instead of replying, she bolted out of the door. I turned to Grace, "Do you know anything about that?"

Gloria’s fork slipped from her hand, clattering onto the plate. Lucas blinked rapidly as though he hadn’t heard correctly. Stacey’s lips parted, trembling with shock. “What… did you just say?” Gloria whispered. Ronie’s gaze lowered. “Marissa is dead.” Impossible! The maid who had pushed Emily. The maid who should have been the key to uncovering the truth even though they already know the truth. However, they just needed her statement as evidence. How could she be dead so suddenly? Cassie shook her head in disbelief. “That… that doesn’t make sense. She was here last night. She was alive when she ran away.”

Before I could respond a scream echoed through the mansion. My heart jumped. Footsteps rushed toward the room, amaid stumbled through the broken doorway seconds later. Her face was pale. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Sir!” Harrison turned sharply. “What happened?” “She’s in the house!” the maid sobbed. My stomach dropped. “I saw her.” Harrison’s voice went dangerously quiet. “Who?” The maid’s lips trembled. “Scarlett.” A soft creak echoed behind me, I froze. Slowly i turned around. The window behind me was open now.

With absolute horror, I stood dumbfounded as I watched my beautiful and once innocent Myra, transform into a monster as she drained every drop of blood from Alice's body and drink it without an iota of remorse. I distantly heard terror-filled screams and screams of the dying maid before she turned limp in my mate's hold. I watched her as she unlatched her mouth from the victim's neck. My gaze followed the blood trailing down her lips, gliding along the column of her neck and then I watched her face, fill with horror and terror when she came back to her senses. With blood smeared lips she looked at me for a painful moment before she howled like the absolute monster Marienne had turned her int

said of the maid as we reached to her. The woman in front us slowly face is and I was right, it was Lysias who is holding a gold club. “Finally, Christmas Antebellum Grey knocked on my door." She said and signalled the made to leave. She is wearing a golf attire because she was playing at this moment here in the fairway. "We are not actually in your house and I didn't knock on your door. I used the doorbell," I replied. "Psh! It just the same biatch," she said and hit the ball through the hole but she missed.

I didn't know where all the confidence was suddenly coming from but I didn't hate it. “I'd like to see you try baby girl.” He replied with a grin, tightening his hold on my hand. "Do you Mr....." "I do.." He interrupts the priest, who is a little baffled but chooses to continue with the procession. "And to you, Miss Ava Addams, do you take Mr. Aleksei to be your loving husband, standing by his side through the good days and the bad days, and to forever become one with him." I did not say anything. However, I felt a cold object on my neck, causing me to turn around, surprised to see a gun.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw the long scar across my abdomen. “Where’s the baby?!” he demanded, his voice trembling. “Kailey, where is my child?!” He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me violently. I calmly pried his hands off, letting out a humorless laugh. “I already told you,” I said evenly. “The night you rushed Lisa to the hospital, I lost the baby. It was stillborn. They had to cut it out of me. It’s dead! Your child has been dead for a long time!”

Tate finally cracked. The hallway exploded with noise. "I can't believe it was her!" "That's actually scary. We see her every day!" "She even helped Mrs. Couser accuse Annie last time! What the hell was wrong with her?" Mrs. Couser shoved through the crowd and grabbed my arm. All her arrogance from before was gone. Now she just looked panicked. "Annie! Did your camera catch the day my necklace went missing?" Her voice shook. "Check for me. Was it her? Was it really her?"

“Merci. Okay, ready your French, Trisha, ‘cause I wanna tell her what I found out and what I think is going on.” “Bring it on,” my friend replied. Slowly, keeping a calm, warm tone, pausing every few words to let Trisha translate, I told her where she was. Also about Henry and who the other ghosts in the Manor were. Finally, I told her about Ann Marie crossing over a few weeks before she was cast down to the Manor. When I finished explaining something, I would ask if she understood. Every time, the KII lit up like a Christmas tree. Finally, I told her about Amy failing to send her back into the light the night before.

I'd been reborn. Staring at my pudgy little hands, I barely processed it. Didn't Ella kill me? Guess the universe hit rewind. Two women stood outside the orphanage gate. Lindsay Crowe—yep, still drop-dead gorgeous, every move like a slow-mo perfume ad. She was the one who picked me last time. Beside her was Dakota Hart. Sharp eyes, hair yanked back, zero smiles. The kind of mom who ran her house like a boot camp.