Anne X Marcy Novels & Stories

"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

Where Marc Vincent and Anya’s torture has ended, mine is just beginning. XXX

Listen, the earlier you come to terms with the fact that she is the first child of this home the better. This is final. Retrace your steps while you can." Mom finalized and stepped out of the room. "You think you are wise right?" Ann fired. "I cannot pretend to like you, know that." She walked out. “Here comes this wave meant to destroy and wash me away. I don't know where this tide is taking me to. My heart is heavy and my voice is drowned in tears. It's okay to cry, but not

“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 raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

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.

Chapter 56 Ryan’s point of view Who could tell that the little nap session I wanted for myself would result into a complex situation. Because what on earth is Marcy doing in an exposed lingerie that perfectly captured the essence of her curves and body. And then proceed to ask me, “Do I look good in this?” I was too stunned to speak, to answer her and try to dredge up her motive for whatever this is. She knows I’m gay right? So why does it look like she’s trying to seduce me.

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.