Mary Shaw の小説・ストーリー

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

At this moment, Marcus was so angry that he almost pounded through the wall. Perhaps she heard Marcus’ angry roar, but a distressing voice immediately could be heard. The voice was simply hoarse from screaming so intensely. “Cousin Marcus, Cousin Marcus… You’re finally here. Hurry up and save me! Cousin Marcus… It’s me, Mindy. I am here… Cousin Marcus. You people! Get further away from me! Get away from me! My cousin is Marcus Shaw! “Marcus Shaw, the young master of the famous Shaw family in South City!”

Shaw have an argument with his wife, he always sent for her to cool his nerves by f**cking her hard. With tears rolling down her cheek, she clearly remembered how it started, how she became his s*x toy which wasn’t known to anyone in the house, except the both of them. Flash Back Little Elsa stood at the back of the kitchen door and watch the couple fight, well one can’t call it a fight, because Mr. Shaw was the one beaten his wife to stupor. Whenever such things happen, her mother will always hide her in the room, to avoid seeing the couple fight. But her mother is always busy; she doesn’t really do that all the time, due to her tight schedule as the head maid.

He sat down on the couch, resting his head back, eyes closed. "How do you figure we storm Shadow Manor?" Marx asked. "They poisoned you. But what they used... we can't figure it out. I may be strong, but I am only one man. And Shea..." "Is only one woman." Shea came into the living area, balancing a thick, old book in one hand, holding a beer bottle by the neck in the other. Her closely cropped hair was a deep brown, her skin only two shades lighter. Built like an athlete, she was strong, fast, and merciless in a fight. If she hadn't turned up when she did, Marx would have been in a world of trouble. Sven had sent his most experienced men to hold him back from aiding Lochlan and Penny.

The floor was made of glossy wood polished by time, though covered with Persian carpet and Bohemian art. The large windows were draped with cream-colored curtains bought by her mother in Turkey. They had lace and crystal designs made from precious stones. The Spanish era of their ancestors was depicted by the big frames hanging on the walls, showcasing the various generations of the Shaw family. Her mother, Doña Virginia Shaw is a Spanish-Arab-Filipina mix, which explains why her brothers share the same striking features of Arab beauty inherited from their mother. On the other hand, their father, Mr. Bart Shaw, used to be a security guard for her mother. He is a Caucasian-Malay mix who grew

Basically if they were of no use for him then they died. Bernard Shaw smiled in satisfaction as a young woman was dragged into the dimly lit room. She was dirty and bruised. Her clothes were torn and she trembled in fear. She shrank back as soon as he reached out a hand to touch her. Usually he took satisfaction in others' fear. It was something that he loved and found immense enjoyment in. That is until he had met her. Margo, his beautiful song bird. The moment he had laid his eyes on her he knew that he had to have her. He had seen her as someone who would be strong and could rule by his side as long as she was willing to submit to him. He had watched her from afar for years. He knew that

Shaw had let go of his hand just before we entered the room. Four other people were standing around a mahogany table in the middle of the room. Two strangers, Eric, and Alice. Alice was wearing a blue evening dress that matched her pale eyes and as before she looked very beautiful. Her graceful aura made everything she was doing look elegant, even when she was just standing. I suddenly realized this room was filled with people like Alice and Mr. Shaw. They are like the models on the cover of High End magazine.

This woman actually said that she was disgusted In the room through the window, butler Dexter frowned and continued speaking to Elanie: "Miss Shaw , we've investigated you." "You are just an adopted daughter of the family, with a little sister who's three year younger than you. Since young, you have always been inferior to your little sister, and in terms of looks and abilities, you are only an accountant and like draw things. While your sister... She is actually a female model that has spread throughout the country, and a would-be wife of the Ainsley's ( Edward) Family …" She clenched her fists, and bit hard on her lips.

Now. When they invited and met with Gregory Shaw in the study, something felt off to Michelle. Shaw was older and well-dressed, but his smile seemed forced, and he fidgeted with his glass. I've been tracking Vivian for a while,.Shaw began quietly. She's always been manipulative, but now she's involved in something bigger and dangerous.