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.

Sometimes, I feel a burning urge to have him arrested just to secure some semblance of justice for my mother. Shaking off the bitter thoughts, I open Carlton's urgent message log. >CARLTON: Nothing serious on Dean Jiang, Mr. Banks. I exhale. Am I overthinking this? >CARLTON: We're still watching closely, but I noticed him and Miss Montana had a burner phone secured around the same time. I call him immediately. "Mr Banks" "Any clips of them together or relative to the accident?" "No, Mr Banks" "How's Montana?" "She got blacklisted everywhere but she was involved in an arson immediately after being rejected credit at her favorite boutique"

"Do you have witnesses to call, Mr. Smithers?" "I do, Your Honor," Mr. Smithers replied. "I'd like to first call on my client, Mrs. Susan Gloria Kumms, to testify.

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?"

As he set his mug down, he added, “We’ve had quite the week here, too. One of my young associates just won a massive case. Brilliant girl, reminds me of myself thirty years ago.” Alex smiled politely. “You must be proud.” “Lily Smith,” Barton said with a grin. “You may have seen her name somewhere. She’s been climbing fast.” Alex’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Lily Smith?” “Yes,” Barton said. “She’s impossible to photograph, though the team jokes she’s a mystery woman. You’ll meet her in a minute, she’s around somewhere.” Alex’s pulse picked up. He gave a calm nod, forcing a small smile.

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.

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