Calamity Marcy Novels & Stories

If he wasn't my brother he would be dead by now either way that mother-fucker needs to be put in his place. As the buildings passed by me in a blur, my mind wandered off to Gabriella. I've never had the urge to kill someone as bad as I want to kill her. The thought of snapping her neck brings a smile to my face. The Carson's have originated first in America but fled to Italy and that's when they first met the Sangriento's. At first we were allies but of course the Sangriento's double-crossed us and our two families have been at war ever since.

It was form Marcy. 'Girl get ready. Um comin.' Short and the most scariest text of my life. Marcy can't come here. She's never been here before and i made sure to keep her away from my house and the packs territory to keep her safe. I immideately called her. "What do you mean you are coming?"

if we never took Jay in. "Lucas! Lucas! Mom!" I ran around, looking for them, in the midst of the battleground. They were lost, in the middle of all the fighting, the blood, the injured werewolves, and even corpses. The thing that I just found out about Jay being connected to Amon and the fact that this was all happening because of that made me dizzy but I kept going. I had to find mom and Lucas. I needed to let them know about this. "Mom! Mom!" I finally saw her. She just tackled a wolf and turned towards another. One was sneaking up to her from behind. I ran towards her and attacked the wolf from behind.

Emma went to help him up. “Ms. Emma, I am assuming it worked because everything is so damn quiet and my head hurts,” Marcu groaned painfully as he stood up. He wobbled a bit but got to his feet. Emma looked around the ground for the Binoculars and found it on the floor few feet away from where she stood. She was still unstable on her feet due to the blast but she managed to pick it up and not fall because she was dizzy. The Whole of the large mass of land was filled with dead rogues. The blast of the force had torn them all apart. She could not believe it.

My tears suddenly fell like a river while staring at the door. This is not the best decision that I've made, but it's not also the worst. I just don't want their family will be ruined just because of me. We met and also end by tragedy. That's how the destiny played with us, it's a huge mess game, but I learned many lessons while playing this game.

“I’m your mother and I want the best for you. I knew Marcy’s mother and I want the best for Marcy too.” “Jesus, mum. We’re not the best thing for each other. You’ve seen us.” I rebuked it silently. “We’re a disaster,” I said with distaste. Marcy was my ex-girlfriend. Stephanie, Marcy’s mum, was a close friend of our mum’s. They were best friends. When Marcy’s mum died in a fire incident, Mum invited Marcy to live with us. We went to college together and had a moment of being a couple.

I asked after a tensed Marcy, whose face was paled and obviously still in awe of what just happened. I went over to where she was seated, able to see the heavy rise of her chest falling high and low. This definitely did a number on her. Was that shot even meant for her? Cause if the killer missed, he should have kept trying. Tho would probably draw attention to where he’s firing from and would still not be able to get to her with how guards instantly surrounded Marcy the moment the shot went into the air, they literally were ready to give their lives up for her.

The words leave my mouth before I have a second to think about if I really want to know how they died. Marcy looks at the kids and tells them to take their food to the living room and watch TV. She takes a seat at the chair across from me and pours us each a glass of tea. "There's not much to the story. They were leaving for the airport, and their taxi hit a patch of black ice, causing the car to slide off the hill. The car went up in an explosion, killing them and the cab driver." "Why would Matthew hate himself for that? It seems like it was a complete accident."

she said, but soon, her smile faltered. “What is wrong, Marcy? Who are the 45 casualties at our end?” I asked, and she covered her mouth, and tears rolled down her cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her, hoping that Morgan was not among the deceased. “Marcy, talk to me…” I ordered her. She cleaned her eyes, kept sobbing, and reached for my hand as she walked with me. “It is better for you to see.” She softly said and took me to the morgue, where the bodies of the fallen were kept.

"That's exactly why I'm trying to take you both to Enchanted Kingdom tomorrow. Trust me, it’s a million times better than getting drunk and sweating in a crowded bar." "Ugh, an amusement park?" Marcy grimaced, shuddering visibly. "You know I have a massive phobia of heights and drops. Why don't we just do a road trip out of town instead?" "Hold on," Miaree cut in, her eyes wide with mock disbelief. "You're terrified of a rollercoaster ride, but you're perfectly fine with... 'other' wild things? Seriously, Marcy?" "Oh, please," Marcy shot back, tossing his hair. "You're just bitter because I actually have a love life while you're still sitting over there holding onto your virginity. At this r