Never Again Malgorzata Novels & Stories

He took a step forward, as if to protest—but I met his eyes with steady silence. Then, with cold finality, I said: "Never show yourself to me again."

I urged, "Go with her. Aren't you two besties?" Stacey did not think twice about that. She got in the ambulance together once it arrived. I smiled as I watched them leave. I asked for the rest of the day off immediately and followed them secretly. Once they arrived at the hospital, Cecilia's family had arrived too. When the family learned that Cecilia had a miscarriage after eating the fruits Stacey had bought, Stacey's mother-in-law, Laura Newman turned and charged toward Stacey, slapping her tightly. "You wretch! What did you do?! My precious grandson is gone! You have to compensate me for this loss!"

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

Back at Marcel’s apartment, he pinned a printed copy of Jennifer’s partial image on his board beside Roland’s. The two faces stared back at them under the flicker of the overhead light. Nelly folded her arms. “She vanished once. Now she’s done it again.” Marcel looked at the pictures long and hard before responding. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “But this time, she won’t get far.” The words hung in the air like a promise.

And now it surged awake like something starving. The scent of him filled the office completely. Oud, musk and heat like always… My knees weakened so suddenly I had to grip the edge of the desk. Don’t fall. Don’t show weakness. Foxes survive by hiding their wounds. Marzouq took a single step forward. “Forestia,” he said my old name I already buried along with my love for him. “Its Vivian. I never used that name since I escape from you,” I told him.