Nancy Bush Books Novels & Stories

“I admittedly saw you at the cemetery a couple of days ago and I heard you speaking to that ghost.” “What?’ I gasped. “What did you hear?” “I heard you talking about your daughter and how she’s the goddess’s chosen daughter.” “Please, Nancy. Try to forget everything you heard,” I pleaded. “No, you have it wrong,” she said with a head shake. “I want to help. So, I grabbed this.” She pulled out a little black book from her coat and I gasped. That was Gemma’s black book; the one she mentioned could help Wrenley with her powers. She handed me the book and gave me a small smile.

AS THE SMALL chartered plane began losing altitude, curving around in a graceful arc, Ruth Shepard leaned forward in her executive-class seat. Through breaks in the clouds she could see the ocean far below, a vast gleaming expanse of aquamarine. Ruth smoothed the skirt of her designer suit then glanced at the woman who sat next to her, an eye-mask covering the upper part of her face. Nancy Brogan, a high-up in a prestigious American design company, was snoring softly. She had been asleep since their conversation at the start of the journey. Ruth wished she was calm enough to doze, but her mind kept dwelling on what Nancy had said. When Ruth asked her if she had received a letter, Nancy had r

River tells her biting into another one. “Do your breasts feel heavier and your stomach looks a little bigger, as though it might be full of gas?” Nancy continues. “Wow, you should be a doctor” River says nodding. Nancy looks around and then pulls River back into her office. She closes the door and then looks around again.

Nancy woke up in her bedroom, having fallen asleep after her bath. She dressed in a light blue gown and sat up on her bed, aware that the day was Monday, as Country X was ahead in time compared to A.J Country. Nancy thought of going out to purchase what she would need for staying at home, as she could feel her stomach grumbling loudly in hunger. She was weak from having slept so long, not having had the time to rest at the presidential villa after Charles had made love to her. She wore her slippers and walked to switch on her phone.

Nancy, nestled against his chest, flipped through a glossy magazine, her sleek bob catching the cabin’s soft lighting. She looked relaxed, her gentle smile a reminder of why I’d always loved her—she was steady, kind, the kind of friend who’d show up with wine and wisdom no matter the crisis. At the back of the plane, Annie and Peter were curled up together, sharing earbuds and watching something on Annie’s tablet, their faces lit by the screen’s glow.

I acted innocent, which I’m pretty sure he saw right through. I redden all over again at the thought. I’ve been walking around all morning like this. Not that anyone would know. “What has you blushing?” I glance over at Nancy, who’s going over the papers I just gave her. We’ve got a shipment of books coming in that we need to make room for. I have a list of recommendations on the ones I think we could donate to find space.

I know that being married to Colin Andrews, CEO of JBC Entertainment is enough revenge for them. Athena is growing so fast. She can now speak clearly and can pronounce all the sounds including “r”. Colin’s adoption with her has also now started and according to Colin, everything is happening is smoothly, but we are still expecting that Geoff would do something to prevent it. Nancy’s books are now becoming famous online. I haven’t read any of her works since I’m scared to read any story about me. Although it is a work of fiction, I can’t help but think that some of her stories are based on my life.

“Okay, thank you.” ~ Lucas had back-to-back meetings. At first, she spent the first thirty minutes wondering how a meeting could take so long. Then she started reading a book she'd tucked into her bag. Nancy came in once to drop off files and noticed her barefoot, curled up in Lucas's chair like she owned the place. Heaven knew how hard she tried to control her anger, so she could only tell her the chair was expensive and hard to clean so keeping her legs on it wasn't adviced.

I whispered, "Aunt Nancy, I read in a book that you're not supposed to use a dead person's belongings. It's really bad luck! Look, my mom's photo is looking right at you!" I extended my hand and pointed at the photos of my parents placed next to the TV in the living room. When Nancy heard that, she looked up to find that she was meeting the gaze of the person in the photo. Startled, she looked like she wasn't interested in the high-end skincare products anymore. She shoved them aside in disdain. I subtly turned up the corners of my lips, deciding to add more fuel to the fire. I went to the living room and retrieved the first aid kit stored there. Taking out a tube of ointment meant for skin

Ruby “What was that about?” Nancy says as she and the seamstress come back in. I hold the book out to her and she takes it while the seamstress starts working on pinning my dress again. I watch in the mirror as Nancy sits on the bed, thumbing through the pages. “This is so cool!” she says. “I didn’t know that you were into history. Is it an early birthday gift?” She gestures to the wrapping paper on the chair. “Yeah,” I answer somewhat solemnly. My heart is still fluttering from my interaction and it almost feels as though I can still feel Atwood’s kiss on the top of my head, but then I remember that I’m going to be leaving him tomorrow and it makes my heart ache.