Author Marr Novels & Stories

she surly said attempting to walk away. Afnaan is the Social Prefect, so she has the right to allow them or not to so she said "Oh little queen bee, I won't allow a person whose gob is not found in our planet to choose my dancers." Afnaan said gutsy. Mehr and the rest were cognizance to what was happening. It's not like this is the first time.

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

But even as we talked, I noticed the way some of them looked over their shoulders, glancing warily around us. One of the pack members, an older woman named Marla, pulled me aside after we’d exchanged pleasantries. “Listen, Miss Alison,” she said, her voice low. “You’ve got courage, I’ll give you that. But be careful around Miss Caitlyn. She’s more manipulative than you know.” I frowned, curious. “How do you mean?”

His gaze landed directly on Ryan’s arm still around Elani’s waist. “Seriously?” Zyon asked flatly. “This what I walk into now? Mating rituals in my living room?” Elani grinned. “We prefer to call it quality bonding.” “Call it whatever you want,” Zyon muttered, grabbing a water bottle from the table. “I need bleach for my eyes.” Bryer raised his apple. “You’re just mad you didn’t catch the good part.” Zyon pointed the bottle at him. “Keep talking, and you’re running laps tomorrow.”

"From now on, whenever you call me ‘Daddy’ in public, only you and I will know the true meaning behind it," said Gabriel Bloodfang. Every time I call him Daddy, only the two of us understand the truth hidden behind that word. To the world, I’m just a human girl saved by Alpha Bloodfang. To the Pack, I’m nothing more than a lucky adopted daughter. But to me, Daddy is everything, he’s my first love and my forbidden desire. One look from him makes my blood tremble. One touch from him ignites a fire that no law could ever extinguish.

This man, her alpha, was her mate. “One day, when you meet your mate, you will just know, sweetheart. We can’t tell you exactly how we know this, but you have to trust us. It’s this feeling, it is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt. It is more exciting than Christmas, more enjoyable than chocolate ice cream, and so much more intense than any exam you’ve ever studied for.” Holy shit! Maya couldn’t believe it. This was impossible. Luke Marshall, the pack alpha, the wandering nomad biker, was her … mate. This couldn’t be happening.

A heavy and hoarse voice disturbed Marra's ears. "Ah, I'm fine. Sorry for nudging you. I was in a hurry." Marra stepped aside, but for a moment, she stopped and turned her head to watch the back of a black T-shirt that was roomy enough to hold. Its arms and neck, covered with tattoos, began to move away, disappearing among the crowd of visitors. "I feel like I've seen him before. Is this deja vu?" Marra nodded, and she continued to walk towards the other stairs. ***

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

It's clear that Sandra is not someone to be trifled with, and I'm going to have to work hard to prove myself here. Just as I'm about to go looking for someone to show me where to go, a voice pipes up from behind me. "Oh honey, don't let her get to you. She's always like that with the new interns." I turn around to see a tall, slender man with a flamboyant style and a bright smile. He's dressed in a way that can only be described as fabulous—colorful, with bold patterns, and he's rocking it with confidence. "Hi, I'm Rob," he says, extending a hand. "I'm one of the curators here, and I'll be the one you'll be working with most of the time."