Bastet Mariah Novels & Stories

He would have to speak with the queen to see if there was someone else or another possible solution. They had gone round and round with possible solutions to end the war between their two clans, and a marriage alliance was what they had both settled on. But his daughter was stubborn, just like her mother was, and he knew it would be a disaster trying to get her to marry this numb skull after the shit he had pulled. Truth be told, if Gabriel was to be believed about the bruise Theo had left on Leah’s arm, Marcus was surprised the idiot was still alive. He had definitely crossed the line, misunderstanding or not.

We were about 18 in total and earlier, it had been 30. The rest didn’t make it though. “Any questions?” Lady Maria let out with curiosity on her face. I looked around that minute and someone raised her hand. It was the same girl we had left me the other day. “Your name and what district you’re from?” “Lisa of the Communers district.” she said. “What do you intend to ask, Lisa of the Communers district?” Lady Maria let out. “Are we competing to be a breeder of an aristocrat to attain power?”

It was impossible to comprehend, and the world around me started to spin. “Okay wow there!” She smiled. I noted that the people around us had stopped. Nausea started to push up as my brain overloaded. “Before you break your brain, let me explain. Ooh, I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it!” She grinned, confusing me even more. My knees gave way, and I hit the floor with a loud thud. “Hey! I told you to take it easy.” She appeared on the floor in front of me with her legs crossed. The woman called Bastet explained that she was an Egyptian goddess that protected extraordinary women. I was a little lost, but I was following what she was saying.

I jump back, unsure what I’m seeing. Powers? Was my mother… a witch? “Moon Goddess,” Thisbe whispers, teeth bared, “Protect me, last of my people. See me safely to Vaeloria, last of my blood, last of my name–” Her voice tapers off as she steps into the darkness again, her glowing eyes fading into nothingness, and then she just… disappears. I grope for her in the dark, but my hand grazes another doorknob–misplaced, like it doesn’t belong here.

Pete stays quiet for a while and then replies in a serious tone. “ Our boss is not as bad as you think Dr.Mariah. He might seem intimidating and scary sometimes but he’s not a monster.” Pete heard everything last night. He knew that Mariah agreed to help Adam and that she said she isn’t a monster. Pete knew what Mariah meant, she thinks of Adam as a monster and why wouldn’t she think like that when she has been forced to stay here against her will but he knows Adam wouldn’t let anyone take one step in this mansion if it was not important.

"Celie, you must listen to us. Only by marrying Gideon, the giant shark, will you ever know true happiness." My parents clutched my younger sister's hands, their voices coaxing and insistent. The moment I heard those words, I knew—my biased parents had been reborn as well. For generations, the women of our family had been bound to orc marriages. In our generation now, only my sister and I remained. In our previous life, two suitors came forward: Gideon, the giant shark beastman, and Felix, the hawk beastman.

or maybe you won't really accept my hoely spirit anymore. ‘Lord, thank you for being nice to me. Thanks for giving me my talent, a brilliant mind that does not need a lot of effort to understand the lecture. Thanks because I already have almost everything. I hope you deprive others of what I have. Lord, I hope our competitors in business will also go bankrupt. Only then would mommy's political rival be removed from office. Hopefully cut out the tongue of the Marites who love to backstab me, those who are beings of insecurity the 'mahadora'. Most of all I hope to make that stupid Dean fall for me. Let me have him as my toy, I will cherish him until I pass him to his next rightful owner. In t

Well she could wear a headset if she didn't like it…but she never did. Ashleigh placed her hands on her knees and concentrated. Don't stop, girl. Keep going, girl. But she couldn't. Her butt muscle hurt! And then Bad Reputation by Joan Jett began playing and Ashleigh made a squeak of pleasure. Ooo! That was her song! She grit her teeth and squinted her eyes into slits and she kept pushing as she listened to the words sang by the baddest girl in Rock and Roll! She got to the end of her rep and collapsed with her back against the seat, head tilted back. The song suddenly stopped and she looked up quickly.

Or maybe a warning. " Are you okay?" Bethany asked and sat close to me. " Yeah I had a weird dream." " Damn. Did you see Martha in your dream?" Bethany asked and I grinned. " I guess I did. She tried to kill me by making me look into her eyes. She fought me because of Miles and I don't understand." " She tried to kill you because of Miles, now that's weird." " Yeah. In my dream I confronted Isla about Martha and she said Martha is a witch and a princess. An abandoned princess with a cursed mother."

Amidst all that Confusion and uncertainty, Mariah had come up with the horrible plan to make Dante take Sabastain's place. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dante had demanded, shocked as well as furious that she had come up with such a ridiculous idea. "It's the perfect solution Dante. Think of all the benefits." She had said "And Sophie? Do you suppose she would enjoy being passed around like some piece of furniture?" He had challenged. But Mariah had gone ahead to defend her preposition. When that hadn't work out well, she had defaulted to emotional black mail.