Author Marr Novels & Stories

she wailed tears spurting out from her eyes Arrrghhh!! I groaned in frustration. Is this why she was wailing and here I was, thinking I had done something bad to her or taken something valuable from her and beside it skipped my mind when I left yesterday but I did bought her lots of food today. This lady is wierd. I haven't seen such foodie before.

She grinned. “Which one?” Maribell asked, certain that she wrote under a pseudonym. “Marcus Howitzer.” Margo said, grinning. “You’re Marcus Howitzer?” She asked wide eyed. “The Marcus Howitzer?” “Yes and you can’t tell a soul!” Margo hissed, looking around the room. “It’s just Marcus is one of the most celebrated authors around! And you’re Marcus?!” Maribell said, nearly squealing. “That’s the true purpose of the NDA.”

He tried his best to reassure her. Mum nodded, her face dropping slightly as she realized her last reason for trying to keep Morgan home a little while longer was gone. “Mum, Marc is a good guy.” I told her. “Morgan will be fine with him. I know they have only just met, but in that time I have seen how happy they have made each other. And Marc comes highly recommended from the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack.” Dad looked at me in surprise. “You actually bother talking to him? He is such a grumpy fool. Didn’t think he would be capable of holding a decent conversation.”

"I want a divorce, Liora," said Noah Anderson. Liora never expected to be divorced by her husband—especially after he had an affair with her best friend, Bella. To make things worse, Noah had taken out a huge loan from the bank using Liora’s name as collateral. She was thrown out of her own home and left to carry the burden of her ex-husband’s debts. Years later, Liora returned—no longer the broken woman she once was, but the wife of a powerful billionaire. And this time, she was ready to take revenge on the man who once discarded her like she meant nothing.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

“She’s trying to tell us something.” Earl nodded. “I thought she was blinking too much. It’s a fear response so it would look natural to someone who didn’t know morse code.” He watched for a minute. “I’m rusty. Can you catch this?” Jarrett reached out and took the phone, replaying it. “M. A. R. I. A. N.” He looked up. “Marian? Is she telling us who has her?”

Beta Aiden said bowing his head severally as he spoke. “I decided to go for a stroll and I….” He paused looking at me “I saw you harassing this little girl”. “I wasn’t harassing her chief, she was just bothering the pack’s peace” Aiden replied giving me quick glancing like he was trying to cast a spell on me to apologize. Chief Malric stepped foward, He was dressed in a simple long dark coat over worn leathers, hood half down but he carried authority and aura like it was stitched into his body. He looked like someone no one in the pack would dare to argue with not even Alpha Erica.

--- *Part 3: Lyra Holding – 4:00 PM, Eastern Trade Post* Ellis Marr was ready to run. Horses saddled, wagons loaded, guards at the gate. He didn’t make it. Darius’s wolves hit the gate first. Silent, fast, overwhelming. Marr drew a blade and came out swinging. “You can’t prove anything!” he shouted. Darius stepped forward, unarmed. “I don’t need to prove it to you,” he said. “I need to prove it to the Crown.” Marr lunged. Darius caught his wrist, twisted, and disarmed him in one motion.

At nineteen, Alissa was divorced by her husband. Six months pregnant at the time, she was forced to face a heartbreaking reality when Damian Kingsley chose to leave her for his inheritance, his status, and another woman. Damian insisted that the baby was not his. Backed by his family's influence and a team of top lawyers, he intended to destroy Alissa in court and erase both her and the child from his life. After the divorce, Alissa returned to her home country and vowed to raise her child on her own. Eighteen years later, fate brought them together again. By then, Damian had become the most influential CEO in his country, with ambitious plans to expand his business empire to

Written at the very bottom was a familiar name: EDWIN MARR. ​Silence descended over the vault. ​Marr had not merely driven a carriage. He had managed the physical belongings after the release, personally signed for the transfer, and handled a letter whose author had been scrubbed from history. ​He was not just a witness to the covenant. He was the central operative of its final act. ​“Where is Marr’s last known physical location?” I asked, my tone leaving zero room for refusal. ​Miss Price examined the bottom of the receipt. “According to our archival transfer records, the personal effects package was dispatched to a private residential address following its collection.”