Novels by Author Marr

“How do you know?”Xavier remained standing tall, arms crossed. His face was expressionless, but his eyes carried something far deeper.“I remember Damien had a friend, a little girl who was brave. A girl who used to throw tantrums whenever her shoes got dirty while playing in the park. A girl who once slapped a mischievous boy just because he stole her cotton candy. You.”“Even I had almost forgotten those days,” said Liora.“I once saw you, but I never paid attention. Back then, I was too busy with my family’s matters. Too busy proving myself,” said Xavier.“So all this time, you knew we’d met as children?”Xavier nodded slowly. “Yes. I never mentioned it because I didn’t want to bring up things that felt distant and nearly irrelevant to me. But today, when Damien tried to approach you with that memory, I realized something. He wants to claim a piece of your childhood. A piece that no longer has any relevance now.”“You sound jealous.”“Not sound— I am,” Xavier replied firmly, his e

In the family room, Xavier was reviewing several files he had brought home from the office. Liora sat on the sofa, enjoying a cup of warm tea while occasionally caressing her growing belly.The calm atmosphere was suddenly disrupted by a knock on the large door. Moments later, Damien entered with his usual flair—casual, confident smile, always carrying an energy that seemed to shift the room. He wore sporty casual attire: a white polo shirt, beige trousers, and golf gloves hanging from his waist.“Xavier!” Damien called out cheerfully, as if the house were his own. “The weather’s perfect. Come play golf with me. You’ve been buried in meetings and documents for too long. You need fresh air.”Xavier lifted his face briefly, then returned to his papers. “I don’t have time for games.”Damien came closer, patting his cousin’s shoulder in a mock-friendly way.“Come on, cousin. You won’t die from taking one morning off work. Besides, golf isn’t just sport—it’s strategy. Many big business dea

That night, the sky outside the bedroom window was dark. Liora lay on her side on the large bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Her growing belly made sleeping positions uncomfortable, and on top of that, her legs ached as if pricked by fine needles. She had changed positions several times, but none felt right.With a frustrated sigh, she slowly sat on the edge of the bed. She rubbed her calves, which felt stiff, hoping a little massage might help. But the more she rubbed, the more the stabbing pain grew.She glanced to the side. Xavier lay with a calm face, his breathing steady. For a moment Liora hesitated to wake him. She knew how busy her husband had been lately—days of meetings, overseeing the construction of the new building, and dealing with legal problems that never seemed to end.But the ache kept getting worse. Liora bit her lip, then finally touched Xavier’s arm lightly.“Xavier,” she whispered.He stirred for a moment, then his brows furrowed and his eyes opened s

Xavier sat in his black leather chair, a financial report file open on the desk. But his eyes weren’t really looking at the numbers. The door creaked softly. Max entered with a cautious expression.“I think you need to know something.”Xavier closed the file, fixing him with a sharp look. “What is it?”“Just now, a guard at the mansion accidentally overheard a conversation between Madam Amanda and Miss Isabelle. They didn’t realize someone else was near the family room corridor.”Xavier’s eyebrow lifted. “And?”“Madam Amanda scolded Miss Isabelle for visiting Madam Liora. Amanda forbade her from getting close to Madam, but Miss Isabelle defended Madam Liora.”“Defended her?” Xavier asked.“Yes, sir. She said Liora is not an outsider. She is your lawful wife, and moreover, pregnant. Miss Isabelle refused to keep blaming Liora for the old scandal. She even compared our family’s attitude to the Granthams, saying we shouldn’t just protect our image while closing our eyes to the truth.”Xa

Liora sat in the living room, wearing a loose dress. Her growing belly made her movements slower, but her face looked brighter, better than it had a few weeks ago.A servant suddenly entered, bowing politely.“Madam, there’s a guest who wishes to see you.”Liora frowned. “Who?”The servant hesitated for a moment before answering, “Miss Isabelle Wrenford.”Liora froze. She could hardly believe what she had just heard. Isabelle?“Bring her in,” Liora said.The door opened. Isabelle stepped in, wearing a simple yet elegant dress, her long black hair neatly flowing down. In her hands, she carried a basket of fresh fruit wrapped with a golden ribbon.“Isabelle?”Isabelle gave her a brief glance, then walked closer. “These are just fruits. Don’t think too much of it. I simply don’t want to be considered rude by letting my sister-in-law carry twins without visiting.”“Thank you. That means a lot to me,” Liora replied.She rose slowly, helped by a servant, then received the fruit basket with

Sunlight streamed through the large windows of Xavier’s house. Liora leaned back on the sofa, her hand rubbing the belly that was beginning to swell. In the last few days her nausea had lessened, but something else had taken its place: sudden cravings that arrived unpredictably, sometimes strange.She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to nap. But the faint smell from the kitchen — the servants preparing dinner — made her stomach churn. Not ordinary hunger, something more specific, more demanding.Her eyes flew open.“Pasta,” she whispered.She straightened, then looked toward the door. “I want pasta, but not just any pasta…”A passing servant glanced over, puzzled. “Madam, I can ask the chef to make it.”Liora shook her head quickly, her face earnest as if discussing something urgent.“No. I want Xavier’s pasta.”The servant hesitated for a few seconds, then bowed politely before leaving. He knew he had to report this to the master of the house.Xavier had just come in from his stu

The infusion pump ticked slowly, dripping fluid into Liam’s body as he lay feverish again. Cold sweat soaked his temples, though he still tried to look calm in front of me.I sat in the chair, holding his hand tight. His body was burning, his breath heavy. Yet every now and then he tried to lift his head and look at me with that stubborn gaze.“Sleep,” I whispered softly, dabbing his sweat with a cool towel. “I’ll watch over you.”But at that moment my eyes were drawn to the window. The thin curtain fluttered in the night breeze, revealing a sky filled with silver light. The full moon hung large, round, and bright—seeming to call only to me.My chest trembled oddly; my heart pounded. Something in my blood was stirring, like a wave I couldn’t hold back. The towel in my hand trembled with me.“Cole?” Liam’s voice was hoarse. He watched my expression with concern. “What are you feeling?”I swallowed, unable to lie. “The moon is calling me.”His eyes widened. He pushed himself up despite

We fell silent for a moment after Alyssa and Ethan closed the door. The sound of their footsteps fading away still lingered.I saw Liam watching me from behind his pillow, his eyes sharper than usual even though his body remained weak. Outside the window, the night sky reflected the full moon, vast and round.“I need to tell you something. Tonight is the full moon. I’m going to try shifting into a complete wolf,” I said.Liam tilted his head. “Are you serious?”“Yes. I haven’t tried since the last incident. But I can feel the moon’s pull tonight—it’s strong. I feel like I can sense something, like a scent calling me. If my father is still alive out there, maybe this is my chance to catch his trail.”“No. You’re not shifting tonight.”“Why not? You said yourself the beta already brought back information. If there’s a lead—”Liam raised a hand, stopping me. “That’s different. If you shift without supervision, you could become a danger—not only to yourself. You could lose control, draw d

Alyssa and I returned to the hospital. The streetlights glittered outside the car windows while I sat silently, still not used to my new appearance. My hair fell smoothly over my shoulders, my face felt fresh with a touch of natural makeup, and the simple blue dress Alyssa had forced me to buy now clung to my body.“Stop looking down all the time,” Alyssa commented as she drove. “You look amazing, Sienna. If Liam doesn’t fall in love with you all over again tonight, I’ll hit him on the head myself.”I chuckled softly. “You’re exaggerating.”“No. You really are beautiful. You forget who you are: the white wolf, Luna of the Darkmane Alpha. That aura should be seen, and now it finally shines through,” she said.I could only shake my head slightly, feeling both embarrassed and pleased. When we reached Liam’s ward, Alyssa nudged me in first. I walked slowly, shopping bags in hand, my heart pounding. Liam was sitting on the bed, accompanied by one of his Betas who excused himself as soon as

I sat beside Liam’s bed, watching him as he began to drift to sleep. I leaned my head against the chair, studying his face. He still looked dignified, even pale and weary. There were fine lines beneath his eyes, the result of carrying too much weight on his shoulders. My fingers moved slowly, brushing away a strand of his slightly tousled hair.Without realizing it, my eyes closed too.A moment later, I startled when I heard his deep voice calling. “Cole.”I opened my eyes quickly. Liam was already awake. “You haven’t slept since yesterday, have you?” he asked.“I’m fine. I just wanted to keep watch.”His gaze traced my face for a long while, then without warning, his hand reached for my wrist. He pulled me gently, until I sat closer at his bedside.“You’re getting thinner.”“No, I’m fine.”“You are not fine. Your cheeks that used to be full are hollow now. The dark circles under your eyes, and your shoulders—” his eyes drifted down my body—“you are clearly too exhausted.”I lowered m

The luxurious restaurant still felt suffocating even after I had stepped out of it. My pace quickened as I descended the marble stairs, the groceries from the convenience store clutched tightly in my left hand. The midday sun was glaring, yet Gregor’s shadow—his calm but dangerous smile—still lingered vividly in my mind.How could I have sat at the same table with him?Gregor treated me as if I were an honored guest. Polite, even warm. His words about Ronny, about Kayla, about me being “worthy of more” all sounded sweet. But I knew that behind that sweetness lay something else. A wolf is never truly tame.I exhaled deeply and waved down a passing taxi. The car carried me back to the hospital. Throughout the ride, I tried to steady myself. I had to look normal when I saw Liam. He was unwell; he must not know.As soon as I entered his room, I saw Liam half-sitting on the bed, accompanied by one of his Betas who was reading a report. Liam’s face was still pale, but his eyes remained shar

My steps were slow as I left Liam’s room. He was still being treated, his face looking calmer after a night of exhaustion that had nearly taken my breath away. I left him only for a short while, just to go to the convenience store not far from the hospital to buy a few small necessities: bottled water, fruit, and white bread.I walked with my head lowered, hugging the shopping bag to my chest. The midday air was quite hot, making me want to return quickly. But my steps halted when I heard the quiet sound of a car engine stopping nearby.My heart instantly sank. Slowly, the back window rolled down, revealing Gregor’s face with his sharp yet captivating gaze. A faint smile curved on his lips.“Sienna White.”I instinctively stepped back half a pace, clutching the shopping bag tighter. “I have no business with you.”Gregor opened the car door and got out. His black suit was immaculate, his aura dominating anyone around him. A few passersby on the sidewalk even lowered their heads or chos