Mary Debenham Novels & Stories

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Of course, I plan to go but I haven’t been able to tell Sir Vescinzo. “All right, let’s go straight there” I said as I got my phone inside my pocket. I texted Tito Vescinzo since I live with him. We arrived home less than thirty minutes. Aleng Madielaine came up to us sweeping she looks normal but when you get to know her more you will really know her real illness. “Mary!” It said cheerfully and approached me. She hugged me tightly as if there is no tomorrow. I smiled as we let go of the hug. I won’t visit her for a few days.

I stopped at the door and waited calmly for her to finish. After a long wait, Jaime finally stepped out, straightening her clothes. Derek followed behind her. She paused when she saw me and tugged at her collar to hide the marks on her neck. The reporters she had arranged were already present, and the broadcast was live. Her expression returned to normal. She glanced at me and spoke in a cold voice. “Joseph, you need to understand your situation. Your mother’s life is still in my hands. If you do not want her to die, you had better admit your mistake properly in front of the media.”

"Marymanda! Berth called out from where she was seated; she waited for a while before she heard light footsteps approaching. The door to her chamber creaked open, and Marymanda stepped in. She was always dressed in a plain white gown with a brown apron strapped across her waist. Her grey-colored hair was pinned up in a low bun, and brown sandals were strapped to her feet. Marymanda was a woman in her late sixties. But she looked younger than her age, her fair skin always got envious glares, and her cherry cheeks… simply laudable. Anyone could tell that during her prime, Marymanda was an epitome of beauty. The first thing Marymanda took notice of was her mistress's chamber. Was it in good sha

Marisa Miller's eyes showed a glint of joy at her words and she grimaced up, "Probably because he's blind!" "Marissa Miller did not continue to speak, and quickly changed the subject. She put her hand to his ear, her voice was ambiguous, "Mr. Adams, can you agree to what I asked you to do for me now?" " "Adams Hara's mouth twitched, and after looking at her, "Leave it to me, I will help you to say hello to the girl!" " Marissa Miller smiled, and her heart finally relieved. As long as Adams Hara promised to help, she didn't have to worry. As long as Adams Harrah did something, she believed that Judi Dench would be "served" well, and that was why she had come to befriend Adams Harrah! Judi Den

"Here, let me introduce you both to each other. This is Vaida Acantha, the mayor's daughter. And this is…" Before Harvey could even finish, Vaida had already cut him off. "No need to introduce her. I know who she is. Mandy Zimmer, the leader of the Ninth Branch of the Jeans of Mordu. Also, your ex-wife, am I correct?" When Vaida mentioned the word "ex-wife", her expression became slightly darker.

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.

Okay, let me explain, I said to her. When I was coming to work this morning, waiting for the bus, Endrick saw me and he persuaded me to give me a ride to the company but I declined. You what! She exclaimed. You mean you declined the request of Endrick to give you a lift to the company. 'Wow’, she added. Mary, don't you know almost all the female workers working in this particular company always wish for such an opportunity, even only once, but you declined. See Sandra, you can't understand. I said. Okay Mary what's there that I can't understand, she queried.

“Her arrival coincides with stirrings in the ley lines. Whispers from the borders. If she’s what they say... she could unravel everything we’ve built here. Or save it.” I opened my mouth to press—*What ‘they’? What stirrings?*—but the words died as the door opened without a knock. Mara slipped in, her presence as unobtrusive as a shadow but twice as watchful. Damian’s executive aide for nearly a decade, she was a beta through and through: compact and wiry, with cropped auburn hair that framed a face etched by years of discretion. Her uniform—crisp gray robes embroidered with the university seal—swished softly as she approached, a tablet glowing faintly in her hands.