Novels by Author Marr

Dusk slowly settled over the Wrenford mansion's yard. A gentle breeze rustled the maple leaves in the corner of the garden. Amid the rustling sounds, the soft laughter of Evan and Elis echoed as they ran around with soap bubbles reflecting the evening light.From the terrace, Liora sat leaning on a rattan chair, her hand holding a cup of warm tea. Her gaze fell on the two children, two little miracles who had become the center of her universe. Beside her, Xavier sat quietly with a closed laptop on his lap. Not because he was busy, but because he chose not to open it."It seems you’ve truly recovered," Liora said softly, without turning her head.Xavier smiled. "If my illness was ambition, then the cure is all of you."Liora looked at him for a moment. "And now, what remains?""Gratitude," Xavier replied.They fell into a long silence, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the evening. Below, Evan burst into laughter when his bubble popped in the air, while Elis clapped her little hands in d

The morning sun streamed through the windows of their villa in Amalfi. Liora slowly opened her eyes and found Xavier already sitting on the balcony, gazing at the shimmering sea. There was a calmness in his face, something she rarely saw before, as if all the weight of the world had finally been placed somewhere he no longer had to carry it alone.“Awake this early?” Liora asked.Xavier turned and smiled. “I just wanted to remember this. The sound of the waves, the salty air, if I could bottle it, I’d take it home with me.”Liora stepped closer and sat beside him. “You can keep it here,” she said, tapping his chest lightly. “As long as you don’t forget how it feels.”Xavier gazed into the distance. “I won’t forget.”Liora took his hand in hers.Their plane took off that afternoon. Evan pressed his face to the window, pointing at clouds shaped like animals. Elis slept in Liora’s lap. Xavier watched them with a soft expression, two small reasons that made him smile even under the same s

Morning in Italy felt different. Sunlight streamed through the olive branches that swayed gently in the courtyard of the small villa where they were staying. Liora sat on the terrace with a cup of coffee in hand, wearing a simple cream-colored dress. Her hair was loose, softly tousled by the wind. From inside the villa came the sound of Evan and Elis laughing, arguing over a straw hat.“Dad said this is an adventurer’s hat,” Evan insisted.Elis crossed her arms. “Papa said I’m the pretty one when I wear it!”Xavier appeared at the doorway, still in a white casual shirt and linen trousers. He held a camera in his hand.“If you two keep arguing, I’ll take a photo right now and send it to Grandma. She can decide who deserves the hat most.”The children immediately stopped fighting. Liora chuckled softly, watching her husband quietly snap a picture of them.“You’re enjoying being a spontaneous photographer,” she teased.Xavier sat down beside her.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Liora murmured.“Y

Xavier looked at Liora’s face, which reflected the soft glow of the garden lights. The smile on his wife’s lips slowly dissolved all the weariness in his chest.“Vacation, huh?” Xavier murmured, as if trying to imagine the word. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that word in my life.”“Exactly. You need to pause for a while. We all do. Max and Isabelle have started their new life. Now it’s our turn to enjoy ours,” Liora said.Xavier looked at her for a long moment, then lowered his gaze to their two children, still asleep on the chairs.“Maybe you’re right. They’re growing so fast, I don’t want to miss it.”“So?” Liora asked teasingly.Xavier raised an eyebrow. “You’ve already planned everything, haven’t you?”Liora pretended to look away. “Maybe a little.”“Liora,” Xavier’s voice was half a laugh, half resignation. “You’re always one step ahead of me.”The next morning, the Wrenford house was filled with the aroma of breakfast and the sight of suitcases lined up by the door. Ev

In the Wrenford mansion’s backyard, white tents stood tall, adorned with neatly arranged fresh flowers along the path. It was a big day for Max, the man who had stood beside Xavier from the very beginning, from boardrooms to moments of crisis.Xavier stood on the upper balcony, gazing down. From there, he could see Max in a light gray suit talking with guests. His steps were steady, yet Xavier noticed the small movement of Max’s hand, the way he tapped his fingers against his pants whenever he felt nervous.Isabelle, his sister, had just stepped out of the house accompanied by Liora. A simple white gown graced her figure, her hair tied up in a soft bun decorated with tiny pearls. Liora adjusted her veil while Evan and Elis stood on the steps, each holding a small basket of flowers.“Dad, can I throw the petals now?” Evan asked impatiently.“Not yet,” Xavier replied, patting his son’s shoulder. “After Aunt Isabelle walks, then you can throw them, okay?”Elis nodded, her expression seri

A few days after that, Xavier’s house returned to its usual rhythm: the sound of small footsteps, short bursts of laughter, and first words that were not always clear in meaning but always made Liora smile.That morning Evan walked with enthusiastic little limping steps, dragging a cloth lion doll that had once been a gift from Liora. Elis, calmer but just as curious, followed behind carrying a bottle cap she considered a treasure.“Do not fight over it…” Liora warned before anything happened. But of course, she was too late, Elis grabbed the lion’s tail and Evan immediately screamed in protest.Xavier appeared from the kitchen with two slices of toast. “Good morning.”Evan immediately ran toward Xavier and hugged his father’s leg. Xavier lifted the child with one arm as if his body had no weight.“Hey, little fighter.”“Papa?” Evan mumbled half asleep.Elis saw that from Liora’s arms and began whining, asking to be carried too.Xavier laughed. “Alright, alright. Social justice applie

Year after year passed like a gentle breath of wind. The life of that small family grew through difficult moments, tears, laughter, and a love that never faded. Every passing strand of time never truly disappeared; each remained in their hearts, becoming pieces of a long journey they would never trade for anything.The days after Liam officially retired moved with a different rhythm. For the first time in a long while, their home was filled with the sound of Liam’s footsteps almost all day long. There were no sudden emergency surgeries or late, night calls anymore.I continued working as a full-time surgeon, respected, well known, and often invited as a speaker at international medical conferences. Yet every time I stepped outside the house each morning, my heart remained the same as it always was longing to come home.Liam often walked me to the door, kissing my forehead like an old habit that never faded."Fight well today," he said every morning with a warm smile.I always replied,

Days felt different since that decision was announced. The elders began arranging a special training schedule for Elena, including strategy classes, interpack diplomacy, territorial law, and even more intensive physical training. Meanwhile, Adrian became busy with advanced warrior training, preparing himself as a young Beta who would someday stand beside his sister.But the biggest change was visible in Liam.After decades spent in hospitals and in the leadership office of Darkmane, this year he officially entered retirement from being a surgeon. I was still used to seeing him in a white coat, walking quickly along the hospital corridor with a stethoscope around his neck. Now, that coat hung neatly in the wardrobe, and I could feel the emptiness left by a routine that once filled his entire life.On the first morning as a retired doctor, I found him sitting on the porch, reading a book with a frown as if he was forcing himself to enjoy his free time. The cup of tea in front of him had

The Darkmane Pack meeting hall was filled with tension from the moment we arrived. The scent of pinewood and traditional incense filled the grand chamber, yet it was not enough to cover the uneasiness of the elders and warriors sitting in a circle. The temperature of the room seemed to drop several degrees as soon as Liam and I entered, while Elena and Adrian walked a few steps behind us.Liam, as always, radiated the authority of a leader. The elders bowed their heads in respect.“Thank you all for being here. We gather to discuss the future leadership of Darkmane. I will not be Alpha forever, and the time to choose a successor grows nearer,” Liam said.Quiet murmurs immediately echoed. Everyone was waiting for one thing, the name Liam would say next.The oldest elder stood up first. His white hair flowed and traces of battles were visible on his aged skin.“We respect your decision, Alpha. And we have considered everything. Based on strength, combat ability, and shifting control, we

The sun had just risen when I finished making rounds in the post-operative ward. I was wearing my white doctor’s coat with a name tag that had become very familiar to many people. The nurses greeted me with respectful smiles, and a few young doctors followed behind me, taking notes on every word I said. It still felt strange every time someone addressed me with that long title, Doctor Sienna, a general surgery specialist who often appeared at national conferences and spoke abroad. But in reality, I had truly reached this point.I opened the door to a small procedure room, and Liam was already inside waiting for me, sitting casually while writing a report on his tablet. His hair had begun to turn gray, the fine lines on his face were more defined, but he still looked as handsome as he had twenty years ago, now with the added wisdom that made him even more captivating.“Finished your rounds?” Liam asked without lifting his head.I took off my mask and smiled widely. “Yes. You’re too fas

Time passed. The house that used to be filled with the sound of a crying baby was now more often filled with laughter, music, and longer footsteps.Adrian grew from a tiny baby who fought for every breath into a strong, active boy who never got tired of chasing curiosity. Elena, who used to carry her unicorn doll everywhere she went, had now become a teenage girl with a diary full of dreams, ambitions, and the colors of adolescence. But one thing did not change: their love as a family.One afternoon, the golden sunlight streamed through the living room window. Liam was in the kitchen making fruit juice while I folded laundry on the sofa. Adrian, now 11 years old, sat on the floor tinkering with his robot toy. Elena, 15, sat at the dining table studying, though every now and then she glanced at her phone and smiled shyly.I knew that smile.“Is there something special?” I asked.Elena immediately closed her phone, her cheeks turning red. “Nothing. Biology assignment, something funny.”

Finally, that day arrived.After weeks of living with seconds that felt like hours and hours that felt like years, the pediatrician stood beside us with a wide smile and a file in her hands.“Congratulations, Adrian is stable. His weight has increased, his independent breathing is good, and all vital organs are functioning normally. If nothing changes until tomorrow morning, you can take him home.”I immediately covered my mouth as I tried to hold back my tears. But they still streamed down uncontrollably. Liam took my hand right away, kissed the back of it, and stroked my hair gently.“We did it,” he whispered.I held Liam tightly.I looked down at the tiny incubator that now felt like the most loyal companion in our lives. Adrian was sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling slowly, his little hand gripping the blanket given by the nurses.“You’re finally going home, sweetheart,” I whispered as I touched the tip of his finger.The next morning, we signed all the discharge do

As lunch neared its end, the atmosphere in the room grew quiet. Gabriel had not spoken much. He only ate slowly, occasionally observing my face as if making sure every detail of my expression was recorded in his memory.After swallowing his last bite, he placed his fork and knife down with movements that were almost too precise, then leaned back slightly. His eyes remained on me without blinking.“Sera, there is something I need to give you.”“For what?” I asked carefully.Gabriel lowered his hand to the inner pocket of his suit, then pulled out a small black box. A velvet box, the kind that held only one thing.My entire body tensed.“Gabriel?”He did not answer. Instead, he opened the box quietly. Inside was a diamond ring. Not a small, simple ring. It was elegant, sparkling, with a single main stone that looked simple yet captivating, the kind of thing given only to someone who means a great deal.Gabriel held the box with one hand, and with the other he gently reached for my hand.

Gabriel pulled out a chair for me, a simple gesture that felt incredibly personal when it came from him. I sat down slowly, feeling the satin dress that wrapped my body as if it was recording every bit of my nervousness. Gabriel sat across from me, watching without blinking, as if he was studying every detail of my expression.The dining table was already neatly set, white porcelain plates, polished silverware, and two empty wine glasses untouched. There was no one else in the room, only Gabriel and me, and the atmosphere felt far too intimate for something called a “simple lunch.”A waiter entered, placed the appetizers, and left without saying a single word. It was as if they already knew it was not their place to speak when Gabriel was with me. Gabriel leaned back slightly, intertwining his fingers on the table.“Now tell me, why did you come to my office today in this state?”I lifted my face. “In what state?”“Worried. Restless. And,” he tilted his head, “distant.”I swallowed. “

The next day.I took a taxi to his office. The building where Gabriel worked stood tall, its glass panels gleaming under the sunlight, reflecting the city’s blue sky. The receptionist recognized me and immediately allowed me to go up without asking any questions. Their eyes were always the same, full of curiosity, but no one dared to say anything. I stepped onto Gabriel’s office floor.A little quiet. A little too luxurious and always cold.His office was at the end of the hallway. The glass door was closed, but I could see the shadow of his body moving, clearly busy in a meeting through a video call. I did not want to disturb him, so I sat on the black leather sofa near the window.I waited and waited.The clock hands moved. Fifteen minutes, twenty. He was still speaking in a low, firm tone, foreign languages flowing smoothly from his lips. I looked down at my book, opened a chapter, and tried to study the material I was supposed to review, but my mind could not focus.Someone knocke

I still held his tie, locking myself in the dark gaze of his eyes. The word "good" from him hung in the hissing air between us, in the narrow space left before our lips truly touched.He did not close that distance. He let it remain open. My breath hitched, my chest felt tight from a mix of smoldering anger and sudden, spreading heat. I pulled his tie again, hard, until his body fully pressed me against the wall. The cold of the concrete seeped through my clothes, a stark contrast to the burning warmth of his body."You think this is a game?" I hissed.Gabriel shook his head slowly, once. "This is not a game, Sera. This is far more dangerous."His free hand rose, touched the edge of my jaw, his strong fingers stroking the line of the bone with a touch that made me shiver."You know the rules. You know why.""David doesn't threaten your rules," I whispered."Anyone from the outside is a threat." His thumb brushed my lower lip, a movement almost imperceptible yet feeling like an electri

I did not know how I was still able to walk toward the elevator. My legs felt as if they were not touching the floor, my chest tight. My mind was filled with the image of David leaving with a pale face, and Gabriel’s sharp gaze like a blade.The elevator chimed and the doors opened. We stepped inside.Once the doors closed, the air between us thickened. There was no sound except the soft hum of the elevator’s engine. Gabriel stood beside me, his large frame and his scent filling the small space, a masculine scent I usually felt as protection but this time felt like pressure.The elevator rose, the digital numbers climbing. I could not hold it in anymore.“You didn’t have to chase him away like that,” I said suddenly, without looking at him.Gabriel did not answer right away.The elevator kept rising. Only after a few seconds that felt like a century, he spoke in a flat voice:“Are you more upset because I sent him away, or because he was afraid of me?”I turned sharply. “What do you m

Just as I feared, the worry that had been eating at my mind since morning finally came true. I had just stepped out of the taxi in front of Gabriel’s apartment building when I saw a figure I knew very well standing awkwardly in the lobby. Neatly combed brown hair, a backpack slung on one shoulder, and a nervous expression he tried to hide but failed miserably.No. No. No. No.“David?”He turned quickly, his eyes lighting up the instant he saw me, as if he had just found a reason to breathe again.“Sera! You’re home. I was waiting for you and your father,” David said.My heart nearly stopped.“What are you doing here?” I whispered sharply, though I tried not to draw attention from the lobby guard who was already glancing our way.“I want to talk to your father, I want to prove that my intentions are serious.”I covered my face for a moment. “I already told you not to come here.”“I know you said that, but if I gave up just because you told me to, wouldn’t that mean my feelings aren’t s