Calamity Marcy Novels & Stories

Their connection hummed to life, the mental bond a lifeline in a world that seemed on the verge of chaos. Minutes later, Marcy arrived, her eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. "Amelia, you won't believe the atmosphere outside," she exclaimed, her voice filled with eager enthusiasm. "The Moonlight Ball is going to be absolutely spectacular!" Amelia turned to face Marcy, a mixture of nervousness and determination etched across her features. "I can feel it too, Marcy," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "Tonight is going to be significant, for both of us."

Dear Jeremy Martin No amount of words could describe how sorry I am or how much I miss you. I am sorry I did not drive us that day, I am sorry I even agreed to go with you to the party. If only I had listened to how uneasy I felt, you would have been here with me. After sometime of talking with Lydia, watching and reading some books on how to get over a tragedy I understood that what happened to us was inevitable. The signs were there, you did not want to go in the first place, you asked me to drive, I felt uneasy but we still drove that day.

Luther nodded in understanding at Margaret's signal, and quickly glanced at Jennifer. Then he suddenly shouted, "Don’t move! Let me take a closer look!" Jennifer was startled by his abrupt yell, but complied and stayed still. Luther scrutinized her from head to toe, then stepped back and exclaimed, "Unbelievable! "Heaven, earth, and mortal calamities! All three ominous forces are present! This young lady possesses the rare and dangerous 'Triple Calamity'!

Marcia took the chance and ran down to the basement while Marshall’s body shook and his hands that were up in the air coiled onto tight fists before he lowered them. He slowly turned around, and our gazes met. My tears fell while his eyes began to water. “I want to fuck her.” He said in a hoarse voice, and I could hear the pain in it. ‘Gamma Austin, Lexi! Help!’ I connected with the Gamma couple as I kept staring at Marshall. ‘Marcia went to the security building…And her heat came early. I’m sorry.’ I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation in my head because Marshall’s words shattered me again. ‘Help me…’

Cassandra’s voice came from behind the door. “Sandra, don’t let her words get to you. We can still get married. We’ll travel all over Indonesia until people forget what they saw and heard. We’ll get a caravan and just live in it—just the two of us. We’ll stay wherever we like, for as long as we like,” Marc pleaded. Cassandra let out a choked sob. Her body felt weak from crying too long. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I should’ve hired more security,” Marc added. If only he could, he would wrap her in his arms right now and take all the pain away.