Montgomery Burns Smithers Novels & Stories

Then, I dropped another bombshell. "Jared, you accused me of killing Madison and Samuel, but the one who killed them is none other than Wendy!" Suddenly, a bunch of police officers rushed in and cuffed Wendy. "Ms. Bradford, you're under arrest for intentionally causing an accident that killed two people." Officer Zeller stepped forward and explained to Jared, "We have discovered the cause of the accident. Someone had placed a large boulder on the slope next to the mountain road. They even set up a mechanism to release the boulder so that it would hit the bus when it passed by and cause the vehicle to flip.

"I assure you that I will present evidence to disabuse anyone of an accusation of unsubstantiated hearsay." "Please continued," Judge Crenshaw said. "What happened next, Mrs. Kumms?" Mr. Smithers asked. "Well, my hero arranged a private jet charter to leave Manaus," Susan replied. "With a group of his friends to protect me, I went to my hotel to collect my things and check out. I also went across the street to get some money from the bank. We flew to the Cayman Islands, staying a week on Grand Cayman and a week on Cayman Brac. It was when we were on Cayman Brac that we learned that they had identified the remains found in the fire and that David had been one of them. We also learned that the

Jasmine, dressed in a strikingly low-cut dress, stepped out of the vehicle, assisted by her butler. She greeted Glen with a radiant smile and said, "Mr. Glen, long time no see!" Glen paused his steps. His eyes narrowed slightly as he responded, "Oh! Isn't this Ms. Smith from Centropolis? You've grown even more beautiful over the years!" Jasmine responded with a modest smile, "I understand there have been some unfortunate misunderstandings tonight. Yes, some of the Loders were killed, but surely this situation doesn't warrant violence." "What are you suggesting, Ms. Smith?"

But even before he finishes, Kendra’s defense mechanism kicks in and says, “Get the hell out of here, we don’t do business with you.” But I halt her midway, “Kendra, they came here as professionals, at least let us hear them.” “Please sit down, Mr. Burmes, Mr. Sullivan,” I direct my sentence to them. And they listen to my voice. “Avery!” Kendra shouts at me, but I tame her down. “Please, I need to speak with Mr. Sullivan regarding our apartment deal, too.” Dmitri isn’t saying anything, but as soon as he sits down, his feminine side appears again, he grabs my hand and yells surprisingly while holding and checking the rings in my hand, “Oh my god!” yells he while in a panic mode.

“How long have you been working here?” My brows furrow at the question. “A month.” “A month is a long time to be aware of what's happening. A month is a long time to be corrupted.” Mr Montgomery says with an even sadder smile. “What you saw isn't unusual at all, when one fails, they bring in another to complete the job. I have been fortunate to have Dr Isabella by my side, I would have been long dead and forgotten.” He laughs without humor in his voice, but then lets out a pained cough. “They can't wait for the day I meet my end and share my wealth.”

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever it was, it was connected to The Burning. “I found something out while I was out there,” Ben continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Something I didn’t want to believe at first.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Ben looked around, making sure no one was listening, and then leaned in closer. “One of the soldiers in my unit—his name was Carter—he died in the first wave of attacks during The Burning. But before that, he told me something… something strange.” “What?” Ben’s eyes were intense, his voice low and urgent. “Carter said he’d been in contact with someone here. In New Haven. Before the fires broke out.”

I adjusted my clothes, feeling comfortable in the space around me. She suddenly went weak in my arms, her legs trembling. I caught her by the waist before she fell. She whispered for me to stop, her voice trembling somewhere between protest and confusion. The air grew thick with everything neither of us knew how to say. Just then, a flash went off, and the camera caught us. Our faces appeared on the giant screen. That's when I finally saw her clearly: she was Marilyn Monroe–level beautiful, with soft, fair skin and cheeks flushed a delicate red.

With two fire trucks, two ambulances, and the gleaming red truck used by the Chief, the Main Port Fire Station was one of the most visited tourist attractions as people were always greeted by whatever crew was on duty in its interior. I hoped they would also accept me after having turned my back on them when my team wanted to support me the most. “We can always come back to try again, my love.” “There's no time like the present, right?” I vaguely repeated my psychologist's words as I saw one of the large doors open and a short but curvy woman stand before it, staring at me. I smiled helplessly. It was impossible not to know who that woman was. “I've been waiting five minutes for you to fucki

I say coldly turning my head to look at Burns as he lingered even closer to Charles who once again didn’t seem too fazed in that moment. “Smith.” Was all I said once Burns didn’t go to stop his journey to Charles, where in an instant just like with Lukas, Smith pulled out his own gun and fired it right at Burns hand who still held the gun, immediately, he drops the gun to the floor and cries in pain as the bullet skimmed his hand. “What the fuck?!” He asked dropping to his knees as his hand began to drip with blood, not enough to kill him but certainly, left him a message to listen to me next time.

I prefer the scowl but am in no mood to deal with it right now. Bringing the heavy bucket of dishes to the hot kitchen, the card seems to burn in my pocket, begging me to use it. I’d looked at it almost my entire break an hour ago. Nothing but a number and first name on it, not telling me much more than I learned in the elevator. I'd turned it over again and again, as if new words would appear on it the more I did it. But no, it remained the same. Lawson, and ten digits. That's all.