Anne X Marcy Novels & Stories

I felt the need to hide her cause they have never met her but i was mated to her kind so i thought what the hell. When my mom saw her she brightened up but my dad darkened. Marcy turned around and looked at my approching parents. "You must be Marcy!" My mom said as she threw a hand in for a shack. "Yes Mrs. Angle." Marcy answered as polite as possible. "Please call me Hazel." I have told my mom all about Marcy because trully i hide nothing from her. And my mom was always supportive with my friendship with a human. My dad on the other hand looked like he was about to shift. The room was filled with his aura but hardly affected Marcy because she was a human.

soft, unapprehensive, angry, all suggested Alice's tone of voice " Seriously ! how long have we known each other ? " Taria questioned, adjusting into a more comfortable position on the stool, after which, drank from her glass as if wanting to savour every taste. She finally drew the glass from her lips and dropped it delicately on the counter, to resume her mockery of Alice . " No matter how hard we try to hide something, in the end it would eventually surface, just like this glass, shut at the bottom, but wide open at the top ", she said with a giggle.

Marcus shrugged like the question was harmless. "Annie was always fun," he said, swirling the whisky in his glass. "But technically she's not my ex. We were never a couple. She's... how do I put this... the kind of woman you have a good time with, but not someone you actually take seriously, you know?" The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My jaw tightened before I could stop it. Marcus kept going, oblivious. "Don't get me wrong, she's great company. Smart, funny, gorgeous. But she always had that... overly adventurous energy. You know. The kind of woman who's perfect for a few months, but not someone you introduce to your parents."

"Miss Hamilton, please wait." Annabelle was making her way toward her room when Marc called out from behind. "Yes...?" She turned with a raised brow. "Could you do me a favor, please?" he asked earnestly. Annabelle studied his face. Marc, usually upbeat and full of charm, looked disturbed and troubled. He was the closest thing to an ally she had in this house. Not quite an angel in a den of monsters, but definitely the most human one. "Sure. How can I help?"

Anna stood in attention in front of Marcy and nodded resolutely before responding with, "You told me to keep an eye on Nora and to notify you if she is alone with Alpha Edward. They are alone. In the lounge on the second floor." "Good job. Thank you, Anna.", Marcy said while scooting off her bed. Seeing that Anna was not moving, Marcy gestured toward the door. "You can leave. If you find anything else out of place, let me know." Anna bowed a little and left the room. Marcy frowned. Why was Anna dragging her feet? She was an Omega, a servant. Marcy hoped that Anna didn't think about them being friends or something. Marcy snorted. What friends? Anna was doing this for benefits, and Marcy knew

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Wait, so who is that girl again, Owen?" Louis is now asking him too with curiosity. "Her name is Angelica, Angelica Bright. Her family migrated to US when we were 10 years old, were kind of friends back then." Owen answered. And now, everyone's attention bound to Owen. "Is he pretty?" It's Louis again. "Yeah, Very pretty." Owen is telling the truth now. Everyone's became silent. Owen thought their professor is already in the front, so he sit properly. But unfortunately, there's still nothing in front. He then look at his classmates... They were busy typing on their phones.

Angel and I together, managed to convince her brother-in-law, Enzo Josiah, to set Anna free, and they opted for a divorce. So my wife has someone to call blood family and hang out with. In fact, they go to Buffalo once in a while to visit Stephie. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, awakening me from my world of deep thoughts. I was startled. “You scared me, Angel.” I complained, sitting up straight. Angel threw her weight on the sand next to me and crossed her legs. Her tender gaze shifted from my face to the golden sunset she’s been showering under. “Who would have imagined?” She commenced, grinning. Her glare became more deep and layered as she spoke.

I had learned from the best, after all. "Point of correction," I said, my voice cold and steady, "my name is not Anna Scott. It's Aria Marino, daughter of Rocco Marino and Emily de Conte Marino. Does that ring a bell?" I watched as the blood drained from her face, her eyes widening with shock. For a moment, she looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her carefully composed expression faltered, and in that split second, I could see the cracks in her facade.

Now what? I entered the living room and saw a very distressed Morgan, his eyes flashing and switching colors, while a pissed Romeo stood between him and Marcy?... Marcy was shivering. She is 19 years old. Rose took my arm, afraid of me stepping into another harmful situation. “What the hell is going on?” I yelled, commanding Morgan and Romeo's attention. Romeo walked towards me, and then I mind-linked, “You are in a row; what the hell?” As soon as he heard me he stopped in his tracks. Marcy walked towards me and hid behind me. “Morgan? Care to explain?” Morgan's face looked strained, he was trying to control himself.