Anne X Marcy Novels & Stories

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

But Link fears repeating the past—until the prophecy begins to unfold through Lily, and he realizes she may be the only one powerful enough to heal or destroy him. Marcy Delgado Lily’s fiercely loyal best friend from before her days at Greyhowl. A modern-day witch with a knack for tech magic and charm-enhanced weaponry, Marcy is snarky, brilliant, and never afraid to throw herself into danger. She knows about Lily’s lineage before Lily does and helps her navigate the strange new world of wolf politics, prophecy, and passion. Marcy is the tether that reminds Lily she’s still human beneath the ancient magic—and she'll fight any god or monster who forgets it.

It would be her and daddy together in paradise. So Arianna gave up. A cruel smile appeared on Macy's face when Arianna stopped struggling. The bitch was dead. The annoying bug would not fill Marcel's mind anymore. Once Marcel saw this, he would realize that she's right - Arianna is nothing but a poison, trying to corrupt his mind. [Author rolls eyes, as if Marcel's not corrupted already] Even when Arianna didn't show signs of life anymore, Macy didn't stop and asked the men to continue drowning her. There should be no chance for resurrection.

“She’s the one with all the answers." "We will find her and Fred.” Alex started. “But in the meantime, when Blaze is not with you, Marcy will be with you.” He said motioning to Marcy. Marcy smiled at me and waved. “She’s one of our best warriors and enforcers.” I could see her blush at Alex’s compliment. “Well, it’s been a long day, we will leave you two to talk.” Alex said standing, he leaned down and kissed the top of my head, Grace and Mary gave me a hug and Matt smiled at me with a nod.

A woman with a strong southern draw comment. “Well, I don’t want flies in the first place,” Nickie sneered, turning to face the woman. She didn’t seem phased by Nickie’s glare. Her dirty blonde hair was a mass of curls that perfectly framed her equally perfect face. Despite her rustic attire, Nickie could see this was a woman cut from the same cloth as her. The woman gave her a disgustingly adorable laugh that Nickie didn’t doubt was well-rehearsed. “Of course you don’t,” the woman told her then sat down next to her. “I’m Marcy,” she stated as a quick introduction. “So mind the cliché line, but what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?”

And to make matters worse, there was a rumor that Graeme’s engagement to the boy’s mother – that bitch called Macy – would be announced at the gala too. Annette’s teeth ground together. Even though Marianne had mentioned cutting ties with their family, they still received and invite to the gala. It was a little surprising for Annette, especially since she knew how difficult Graeme’s mother could be. Annette hated Macy. She wished the woman and her defect riddled child would cease to exist. She absolutely hated them – “Annette, darling.” Her mother called to her, sounding like she was concerned about her daughter. “Is everything alright? Why do you look so pensive?”

That day was Ann's first day in the Marketing division, where Merry Smith served as Chief Marketing Officer. Ann purposely wore bright red clothes to attract attention. She wore bright red high heels and applied bright red lipstick. Since Ann had already expected Merry Smith to call her the devil woman, she might as well prepare herself.

Marcus said and ran out of the room without hesitation. “Who must that be?”. Ann wondered. She did recall when he had spoken to someone on the phone a few days ago about coming over. So it must be his mother. She hurried up and finished her food then scurried into the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom, she walked to the counter which had a window clinged to the wall. She took a few breaths in to calm herself, feeling nervous if Marcus' mother would accept her once she saw her. She looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, studying it. She could see the imprint of Marcus' five fingers on her face and it reminded her of yesterday. The pains and torture she had pass through just to be

Marcy grazed my chest with her finger. She stepped forward, closing the space between us. “Plus,” Marcy continued. “I need you to help me with some finance papers.” Marcy looked at me from her lashes. And I thought of Sabrina. Sabrina was shorter than Marcy and less annoying. More off limits. The one I wanted. I turned away, resting my back on Marcy’s ride. “Send the papers to me,” I told Marcy. “Like by mail?” She answered sarcastically. “come on…” Marcy tried to touch my arm. “You run away from me,” she said quietly.

she blurted out, and Ryan frowned immediately. “We are? Why? Because of Lizzy?” he asked, genuinely confused as to why she’d think that. “Don’t try to act clueless, Ryan. For starters, your father is a legendary businessman, and everyone knows that. And his family tree is full of elites. Now, your mother is the one and only Anna Marchetti, who I happened to find out used to be a famous announcer before she married your dad,” Scarlet stated, wondering how Ryan couldn’t see how intimidating they all were.