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.

"Name's Carter. One of Link's lieutenants. I figured I should introduce myself since we've got mutual friends." "Marcy," she said, offering her hand. "Lilly's best friend. Chief Wedding Planner. Professional chaos coordinator." Carter took her hand, holding it a beat longer than necessary. "Pleasure. And I gotta say, the wedding setup? Beautiful." Marcy beamed. "I do what I can." "You been dancing yet?" She shook her head. "Been a bit busy. And, you know, watching for any unwanted exes crashing again." Carter laughed. "I think we've got that handled. But if you’re worried, I could always keep you distracted."

Annabelle's POV I never thought I'd find myself sitting in a cheap downtown café talking about attempted murder and corporate conspiracy. But with Zoey pregnant and Christian still recovering from the accident, Marcus and I had ended up being the only ones capable of digging for information. Honestly I was starting to realize I was pretty good at it. "Annie, focus," Marcus said sharply, sliding a folder across the table. "We've got information that could save Christian's life." "Relax, James Bond," I teased, picking up the folder anyway. "You're taking this way too seriously. What's next, sunglasses and a code name?"

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.

She barely has anything left hanging up - most of her stuff is either on her bed or in one of the various suitcases. "The Italian place, the fancy one. We should get dressed up," Charlotte grins, her eyes flashing as she mindlinks their other friend and her mate. Marcy and Shawn are one of the best pairings that Conrad has ever seen - Marcy is a nurse and works as a receptionist in the pack's clinic, and Shawn is a disaster who works with the warriors. He's always injured, and she's constantly patching him up.

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

She is your maid and too good and innocent for your games. 'It's not a game Ronnie. It was different with her.' 'Oh, really? What happens after a month has passed and you're tired of sleeping with the same girl that you see in your house every single day.' "You know, I'm almost sure that you ordered take-outs just to convince me you can cook." Marcy says, snapping me out of my thoughts and I give her a look. "You insult me, Marcella Anne Jensen." 'Well, it's not gonna happen because I won't be tired of her.'

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.