Total Drama Mary Novels & Stories

Mary said, slapping him hard across the face. The young man caught her hand before she could strike him again. He twisted it, causing Mary to cry out in pain, and then tossed her back onto the bed. "Don't you ever touch me again," he said coldly. He quickly dressed and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Mary sat on her bed, seething with anger. She knew she would have to confront her daughter again for more money. She wondered how she could do it without starting another fight. As Mary sat there, she couldn't help but think about the murder case on the TV. She knew Kendrick and his son Noah well. They were bad news, but she never thought Noah would kill someone. She wondered who ha

“Or should I say Maya? Well, either of the two, saying those names out makes me want to vomit. But, my, my. Shouldn’t you be thanking me for making you popular? Oh dear! The men loved you so much and would do anything to f8ck the sh1t out of you. And those scenes where Jordan was giving you the oral and how you returned the favor. Men always want their women to be wild behind closed doors. You gave a b1tching performance, dear. That’s probably why Jordan wants you back and that rogue of not planning in letting you go. It is indeed the performance that matters.” Maya gripped her screen angrily as Mary walked towards the object while laughing eerily, looking back at the camera. “But, anyway, s

Her eyes darted from side to side as she waited for what would be her turn to take part in Anaya's plan. “This is so boring,” Mary said. A knock suddenly sounded on the door, and Mary turned to it. She got up from where she sat and was about to walk to it when she saw blood flow into the room from underneath the door. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the blood spreading. Another knock sounded on the door, and she slowly walked to it. Now standing in the pool of blood, she pulled the door open, and a man's body, with its head severed, fell on top of her.

Mary clutches the edge of the dining table, her fingers trembling as she presses against the wound on her abdomen. Blood seeps between her fingers, warm and sticky, staining the fabric of her dress. Her breaths come in shallow, uneven gasps as she struggles to stay upright. Across the room, Henry sprawls on the floor, his body convulsing with pain. His face twists in agony, his hands clutching his own wound, but he is too weak to move. With a shaky hand, Mary reaches for her phone, her vision blurring. Her blood-slicked fingers slip against the screen as she dials Danny’s number.

“About a year after the show received its first award. Right around the time the main male lead changed. She’s got a medical condition she didn’t know about that caused to cannot carry a child to full term.” “What? That’s ridiculous. I would have known. She would have told me.” Everett stopped where he stood. His mind took an unwelcome walk down memory lane. As he thought about it, there was nothing. This must be the excuse she gave those around her to explain the visible results of her addiction. Whatever that addiction was to, he still didn’t know. Meanwhile, the seamstress pulled out her phone and called the studio’s first aid department and a couple of paramedics came to the dressing roo

Damon asked. “Nah man, she doesn’t really have much.” Greg said he was shocked at how much that bothered him. “We will change that my friend.” Damon said happily. “Yes we will.” Greg said. Mary came out from behind the diner wiping tears from her face. Damon walked over and put his arm around her. “You ready?” He asked softly? “I am ready.” Mary said her voice shaking. Damon led her to the car and opened the door for her to get in the back seat. She slid in and climbed in beside her. Greg got in the front seat. He looked at them in the rear view mirror as he started the car.

The moment the line connected, I let out a breath, trying to calm the tension in my chest. "Dominic," Mary’s voice was sharp and impatient. "What happened? Why the hell did you cut me off earlier?" I exhaled deeply. "I just need some space, Mary. I don’t want to talk about it right now." Her voice grew more insistent. "No, Dominic. You're not going to hide from this. What happened with Saraya? Did you get rejected? Did you let her slip away again?" She was speaking quickly, not hiding the anger and frustration in her words.

Mary asked, trying to get me to move my hands out of the way so she could do her job. I took one look at her and veins appeared on my temples as I clenched my teeth in my closed mouth. I pushed everything off the table, growling deeply as I thought about the possibility of her being kidnapped or worse— dead. I watched Mary burst out of the room to bring something to clear out the broken pieces of ceramic dinnerware and I stood up immediately, walking up the stairs. I acted like I didn't care. I shouldn't after all. She only made it easy to get rid of her but I still couldn't breathe properly. I needed to be sure she was alright.

||SERA|| I opened the door and meet a lady dressed on a silver short gown, I stared at her wondering who she was "Good evening who are you looking for? I asked but instead she hissed and pushed me out of the door walking inside I regain my balance and slowly closed the door then walked back to the sitting room I saw the unknown lady hugging Zachery as they were both smiling at each other and without being told I knew that was MARY "I missed you so much baby" she said to Zachery and I bet she was saying that to get me

Then I regained courage and rushed back to the mansion. As I arrived, I saw Mary on the floor, bleeding. I screamed and rushed to her side. She had been shot in her lower abdomen and was bleeding profusely. She was lifeless, as I couldn't hear her heartbeat. I dug my teeth into her elbow and injected my venom into her bloodstream. She still didn't wake up, and she was dead already. Solomon came to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. I stood up quickly and turned to face him. He could see the pain in the tears that washed my cheeks.