Mary Lambert の小説・ストーリー

And my mate had been taken. finis

“What did you see in that girl for you to be fussing over her like that?” “She’s just unusual. She’s got little shadow on her, that’s all.” Margarette’s mind wandered as she spoke. “And, you’re worrying about her because she has a shadow?” “No. I’m worried because she’s losing her shadow, Finrod. And that lady who just left us has very little shadow left.” Realizing the depth of her thoughts, she shifted to a lighter mood and pushed the issue away. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” “I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.”

"She only married you to protect me." Then he tipped the glass. Red wine cascaded down his white suit, splattering his face. "Lambert!" He staggered back, voice rising to a theatrical wail. "Why would you do this? Is it jealousy?" The ballroom went silent. Then the murmurs began. "Did you see that? Lambert actually threw wine on Dillan?" "Oh, Lambert is a loser. He must be jealous of Dillan. Pathetic." The guests pressed closer. Phones rose to capture the scene. My mother gasped. My father's face turned purple.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

Beside me, Judith nudged me gently and whispered, "Oh god! I cannot believe I finally get to meet her. I really admire Mrs. Lachlan." Following suit, we all stood to greet her, and a radiant smile illuminated her face as she approached us. Mrs. Lachlan enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch gentle and comforting as she caressed my face affectionately. Despite my apprehensions, her warm demeanor put me at ease. "Mary, my dear," she began, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine care, "I've heard so much about you from Joseph. He speaks of you with such fondness and admiration. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk."

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

“You storm out, you avoid me, you walk away in front of my pack, in front of the elders. Do you think that doesn’t matter? Do you really think that if I do not care about you that I would be here? You are playing a dangerous game against the alpha and you are going to end up embarrassing yourself. It is bad enough that you're embarrassing me. People are going to start asking questions and I do not want that to happen.” “Embarrassing you?” she snapped, stepping forward. “You think this is about your pride? What about me, Nolan? What about the way you dismiss me, ignore me, look right through me as if I don’t exist? Do you think that doesn’t matter? You embarrassed me in front of everyone. Wor

On instinct, I knew they were talking about me so I hid. “Nice? Isn’t Miss Scarlett nice?” Mary demanded. “She is working hard to get your brother out of prison. Isn’t she nice enough!” Mary shouted. “Y – Yes b – but – “ “But what?” The highhanded omega hissed. “Or do you want your brother to rut in prison for the rest of his life?” “No!” Sabrina howled. “But Lady Amethyst is one of us.” “She’s no lady!” Mary snapped. “She is just a village girl so don’t call her a lady. Didn’t the slave choker look fitting for her?”