Anne X Marcy Novels & Stories

Chapter 274: There was a protracted silence. "Where is Anne?" Max inquired. At last, Marian raised her gaze to him, her nervousness evident in her eyes. "Miss Anne is by herself in her room. Felicia simply went upstairs. Max glanced at them both before turning to go up the steps. Marian and Amaris didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he was far out of sight. When Felicia arrived at Anne's bedroom, she opened the door. Anne was flipping through a comic book while lying on her stomach on the bed with her legs flying in the air.

Marcus remained silent for a moment. Then he spoke again. “And it gets worse.” A cold feeling slowly crept down my spine. “What do you mean worse?” Marcus exhaled slowly. “She’s getting married.” For a moment the room seemed to tilt slightly. “What?” “To Aiden.” The name struck me like a physical blow. My grip tightened around the phone. “What Aiden?” I demanded. “What are you saying?” Marcus’s voice dropped even lower. “We think Annalise rebranded herself, Sam. New identity. New name. New life.”

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?”

Marcy leaned back against the worn leather couch in Ryan’s dimly lit living room, the city lights bleeding through the half-open blinds. At twenty-eight she still looked like the girl who’d once ruled the college party scene—curvy hips, full breasts that strained against every top she owned, dark hair that fell in messy waves when she let it down. But the office job had dulled the edges: spreadsheets, coffee runs, polite small talk. Inside, though, she was still fire. A slow, constant burn no one saw.

She decided to try the phone and see if she could figure out a way to call them even if it meant calling a random stranger and getting them to look up a phone number for her. She reached over and picked up the receiver once again. This time she actually put it to her ear. To her suprise it was already ringing. After the third ring, Marco picked up. "Anna? Amaris?" Came his deep voice from the other end. "Oh Marco! I am so glad I was able to get you. Mind link does not work from in here to anyone but Lyle." There was a brief pause in which she could hear Marco speaking to some one in the background. She could not make out what was said though. "You were able to contact Lyle? We h

MARI, FOUR YEARS AGO “H oly shit.” Kennedy drops her hoe. “The witch is a cougar.” “No, she’s not. I’ve seen her wolf,” Annie says, squinting up from where she’s squatting in a furrow, patting soil around a rhubarb plant. She follows the direction of Kennedy’s gaze, and her eyes widen. “Whoa. Is that Darragh Ryan?” I freeze where I’m standing in between the handles of the red wheelbarrow. My mouth goes dry, and my heart begins to thump like a woodpecker.

Marcus Vance’s name was right there at the top of the "Most Influential" nominees. And if Marcus is here, his wife is here. Annabel clings to my arm like a wrap-around candy, her manicured nails digging into the expensive wool of my sleeve. She’s a model I’ve hooked up with a few times. And casual, no strings, and mostly silent when I need her to be. I needed a warm body for the red carpet to keep the persistent socialites away, and she was available when I called. "Jaxon, you’re being so cold tonight," she pouts, her voice a shrill contrast to the smooth jazz playing in the lobby. She tries to lean her head on my shoulder, but I shift my weight, subtly pushing her off.

Macey's company name was heard all round within a short period of time. Anna heard about how successful Macey was now, and decided to go over to her to see if she would forgive her. Macey just got down from her car when Anna approached her and stopped her. "Macey please it's me, and I'm here to ask for your forgiveness." Anna spoke up. And Macey turned around to see Anna on her knees. "What do you want from me?" Macey asked, and Anna started explaining to Macey that she was married to Hendrix and he was an abusive man, and also into illegal business, that all those things had ended up bringing his company down.

The relief I see is intriguing. I have a ton of things that need to be done and I hate procrastinating. It's one of my biggest pet peeves, and yet here I am, unable to get up from my seat and actually do them. I watch as Marcy gives her that paperwork for employment to fill out. I can't help staring at her. Her hair falls over her shoulder and she leans down and fills it out, exposing one side of her slender neck.