Smash Marth Novels & Stories

she asked. “He is mine Martha and there is nothing anyone can do about it,” she snapped. Martha’s eyes trailed to her missing limb. “Look at what she did to you. Even if she was weak, if you had not threatened her with her daughter, she would have done worse. You are fighting with someone with the biggest ally, Octavia, Silver and Asher are not to be messed with, but clearly you have a death wish,” Martha said. She only pretended not to know him but she knows Silver and Octavia very well, she has heard about them and also seen what they were both capable of and she still wonders who in their sane mind wants to anger someone close to them.

“Yes, anything you need at all. You can ask me for any help anytime Martha.” She nodded grimly, her face set as though she was dreading her upcoming task. “Then you had better get dressed as I will need you to help carry her.” Numbly I dragged on my heavy black tunic and leggings. Within minutes I was following Martha down the corridors, this time stopping at the green door. She knocked and a man who must be Franklin answered. His frame was so wide it filled the doorway, his bald head covered in intertwining strands of silver scarring. He had chunky lips and even though his eyes were brown, they were a hard, miserable colour.

Susan actually smiled. “I’ll be here for anything you need, ma’am. Anything at all.” “Very good,” Martha said. “I think you both will fit in here nicely. Yes, fit in nicely.” Martha slid her arms out of her red dress and pushed it down past her breasts and stomach to her waist. She pinched her nipples and then rubbed her hands over her enormous breasts. Davis wanted to suck on them, but she wrapped them around his cock and he fit in there nicely just like she said.

Martha said and went back to her work post. Martha is my best friend. We became friends three years ago when I started working at Mrs. Smith's boutique. She helped me a lot when I was newly employed, such as how to stay calm when I attended to snorty customers because I was very short-tempered. She has mud-brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and plump lips. Her face was dotted with freckles which only added to her unique beauty. She was of average height and very curvy in the right places. I've always envied her beauty. Martha is a man-lover; she fawns over any handsome man she sees. She has had a few heartbreaks in the past, but that doesn't seem to bother her. Nevertheless, I still love her.

[Martha and Claude’s confusion suddenly broke down, leaving their faces with a happy smile and it motivated them to repair Jin’s sword. “You’re right Clark. We don’t have the authority to tell the swordsman what to use or what to do. We can give them advice, but never manipulate their styles.” Martha’s thought. “Did my speech made you fall in love with me Martha?” Clark teased Martha. [Martha smacked Clark’s head] “Ouch! This is the second time I was smacked by Martha today. I think my brain is bleeding because of that.” Clark’s mumble while rubbing his head.

Mary said, drawing back from his outstretched hand. Martha giggled and came closer to him. "Hi! I'm Martha, but my friends call me Marti." She said shaking his hand. Mary scrunched her nose and looked at her sister like she was crazy. "Oh! You actually have bacon grease all over your chin." Martha squealed as she tugged at his chin.

Martha confessed, smiling bitterly. “Ah, I see,” I hummed in understanding, pulling her into a hug and smothering her with kisses. I had to remind myself that Martha wasn’t like me—she had a lot of attachments holding her down, unlike me, so I needed to be more attentive to her.

He retaliated, shoving me back, but I charged at him again, driving him into the wall and I continued punching him over and over. “You smug bastard,” I growled, in-between punches as he froze. “How dare you talk about my Martha like that.” Security burst in, dragging us apart as I seethed. “You ruined everything,” I spat. Ryan wiped blood from his lip, but I didn’t care and he sure as hell didn't, because as the security guard dragged him out, I saw a smug smile tugged at his lips. ****************************** MIA

At Martha's A bright yellow light appeared from her hand, flying high into the sky. A calm smile appeared on her lips, as she looked at it calmly. “You only show this smile when it comes to your tribe.” Aelith said as she approached Marta, who looked at her calmly, before looking at the light as it began to disappear “I'm really wondering, when will the time come when you forget everything?” She looked in front of her for a long time, before giving a spiteful smile

Her body lit with a faint blue glow—her bones shifting beneath her skin, her heart beating like thunder. Alessia was barely able to stay standing. She braced herself against the wall, eyes wide. “She’s not just strong… she’s ancient.” And then… silence. Martha slumped forward, panting. Her eyes, still glowing faintly, met Alessia’s. “It’s done,” she whispered. Alessia sank beside her. “You did it.” Martha blinked slowly. “I thought I was going to die.” “No,” Alessia said, brushing hair from her face. “You were being reborn.”