Toni Morrison Novels & Stories

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."

Yuki happily took it and ran to their mother. After that, she went inside her room to change. She sat down at her study table and sighed opening the paper bag Eustone gave her. Her eyes widened when she saw money inside. It was her money that she gave him. I guess, he didn't like to compensate. He's nice, she thought.

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

I said, turning my head, looking at Grace and Rachel, "But I have never seen Grace so happy before. She was always so so introverted that everyone misjudged her for being mean to others, but the truth is she just doesn't know how to express her feelings to others," Daniel nodded his head as if he knew what I was trying to say. "Even Rachel is so happy, she is someone who always has a smile on her face, making everyone else smile. But deep down she is always so lonely, she too has a hard time expressing herself. But she hides it with a fake smile on her face, to fool others,"

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~Lexia I don't know how long I've been tied here. I'm dehydrated, hungry and extremely tired. Perhaps this state between sleep and consciousness is the real torture. Fighting at the haze that constantly surrounded me was exhausting. Maybe the neglect was too. I began counting the days by the amount of times one man walked in. He would take advantage of my weakness, and drug me, so the nights and mornings would slip by unconscious and useless. The next time the door opened, Reilly walked in. I expected him to drug me, and keep me here even longer...

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

Every once in a while one would take away untouched plates. Something brushed my thigh causing me to tense. I then realized the hand was cold and sent Damion a glare. He ignored me keeping up his lazy smile facade he had going for him. Every so often he would sip from a glass of red wine seeming to savor the taste. Not wine, I realized with disgust it was blood. I suddenly felt nauseous and Damion's hand continued to caress my thigh lightly. Pervert. I squirmed, standing up abruptly staring at Eric, “May I be excused?”

Perfect even. 6:57 am, alright, now she just needed to run. Her ponytail bounced as she jogged out of the apartment, and her black leather minaudière bounced too as she stumped. 7:07 am, after a long run like she had her sleep paralysis demon behind her, she arrived at his gate, making her way in from the cut-out for individuals. She rang the doorbell and waited for a response. A click came from the inside and the door swung open. Behind it popped Jones Jackson with a towel wrapped around his head, in nothing but a robe—the same one he had on yesterday. Does this man have something for robes, she bet he walked naked around the hide when he was alone. The mental image irked her.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and