Always Marinette Novels & Stories

“Really? Because you looked like a couple of filthy adulterers to me. You even used your tongue in that video! But you still insist you’re innocent? “If you’re being stalked, call the damn police! You had ‘no choice’ but to make out with a married man? Please, this isn’t an idol drama.” James looked livid. One of his friends hurriedly tried to talk me down. “Come on. Wendy, you and James have been married for ages! Don’t you know what he’s like? He would never mess around under our noses.” I shot back, “Right, because he’s messing around in front of your noses. Are you gonna cover your friend when he cheats and raise his bastard kids?”

The next day, Mateo and Alissa were sitting in front of Giovanni with the information that Mari had given her. "Mari worked as a partner of a chief of police in Parma, a city here in northern Italy. He hid important information from the Russian mafia in exchange for money, after all, no one would suspect a police officer from the interior." Alissa began to tell the story that had been passed on to her.

Marinette sounds sad as she says, “Just go, Lauren. As you can see, I have important company. Just tell Chase that I’m safe and I don’t plan on leaving again today.” Lauren sighs in response and says, “It was nice to meet you, Princess Lux.” I nod in response before the door closes. Marinette breathes out and I can feel her eyes on me as she says, “Okay, it’s official, I like you.”

Inform all departments to stay vigilant these next few days. "Got it." After the secretary was gone, Rowan asked, "When did you offend Marinus Group?" Natalie had been thinking the same thing. If there was an offense, it likely traced back to one incident. At a previous business function, Marvin Cote of Marinus Group had gotten drunk and harassed a female attendant. Natalie had intervened to help the woman, which probably displeased him.

I sniggered but caught myself, clearing my throat and averting my eyes to Elle who was now holding my hand and rubbing her thumb at the back of my palm. "Here," she handed me the mike. "Thank you," I said gratefully, taking the mike from her. "Good evening, everyone, so sorry for interrupting a lovely party and dragging you all here from your respective homes. My name is Marinette Karnowsky, half-sister to Marielle not by blood but by the marital status of our parents. I am new to your world, I only got to find out you all exist a few months ago when Elle brought me here. Since I was a child, I always knew I was different but I thought it was the worst, but coming here has changed that, made

Her glass wine fell. "Your abusive rapist son was killed, so I get that you want revenge for the animal, but this isn't your playground, Dora. You made a mistake, coming here." Marina sneered, getting serious. "So..." Marie started. "Driton—your second ally after Niccolo, was killed, and you were forced to come out of your hole, even going as far as taking Ma'am Violette's place at the VIMI runway season!" That speech is definitely for Teresa, so Teresa lifted her head, boldly.

“I still do. But I love it more when you win.” That landed. Silence stretched. Finally, she said, “Give me a name. One name. Someone we can take out quietly. Someone the Lorenzis need.” Mateo stepped forward. “Adriano Lorenzi’s cousin — Marco. He handles their data routes and crypto networks. He’s in Marseille. Light security. Comes out every Thursday for confession and wine.” Cassian raised a brow. “Very Catholic of him.” Amara’s lips curved. “Perfect.” Marseille was warm and oily with summer heat.

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

Brayden, Jada, Daphne and Caleb dined on Manicotti with Maureen’s special marinara sauce that evening. Marcy served them, and Jada thanked her, making eye contact with the girl and smiling at her. “How are your studies going, Marcy?” Jada asked her. “I’m having trouble with Microbiology,” she admitted. “We can look at it together tomorrow afternoon if you want to. Perhaps I can help,” Jada suggested.