Callie X Marie Novels & Stories

It was such a surprise that my uncles did not hire some assassins to kill me. “You should watch the video I just sent you. Someone had recorded the fight between Henry, Vincent and your new so called boyfriend, Calvin” Marie paused and I could hear her cursing in a different language, “I’m sorry I should have told you about Calvin. There are something you should know about him”

They have always been close, but they are drifting apart. " How have you been?" asks Khai. " I'm fine, and you?" I ask. His mate returned, and they couldn't be happier, but Khai is still apprehensive that she will leave again. Marie explained after her return that she needed to be away as she got overwhelmed. " I couldn't be better. I'm doing well," he answers, smiling. " Have you spoken to your husband yet, sister?" Killian asks. It's the first time he has shown concern for me and my marriage. I frown and shake my head.

As he was about to head back to the counter where he got his drink, he sighted Aella on the stair railing, but she was with someone but not Damien. “You've got to be kidding me right now!” Seth voiced frustration. Marie walked in the crowd with typically nothing to do; Damien had given her the coldest response ever; she knew he intended for it to be that way. “I don't get why he blows hot and cold with me; I thought he liked me!” Marie expressed frustration. She leaves and walks up to the bar to get a drink. On her way there, she bumps into someone, but the smell of their perfume was what dragged her to check who it was.

His hands circled my throat as he picked me up, slamming my back against the hard walls. My throat ran dry, oxygen fleeing from my throat as his hard fingers dug into my skin. “ Ma'am!” Charles called but I stopped him. This was between me and Dominique and I wasn't going to get him involved. “ What if I just end you right here you lying bitch.” He growled, Tania smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “ If you really had a husband, he'd probably come save you but you don't, so you'll die. Right in the fucking building.” She snarled but the sound of footsteps echoed in the air, his scent covered the room.

“The reason I disappeared so completely was because I had already passed the audition for an out-of-town performing arts company. “I used the company’s paperwork to file for a court-approved divorce. The decree’s already been finalized. I have my copy. “Yours is probably buried somewhere in a stack of documents in your office, or maybe it never made it to your unit. But whether you know it or not, our marriage is already over. “Congratulations. You can finally be with Clara Bailey and the child you have with her openly.” At the mention of the child that had never belonged to her, a sharp ache still pierced through her chest. “No…” Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that

"I'm going back to Paris! When can I sign the divorce papers?" "What?" "Isn't this what you called me back home to do? So when can I sign them?" "Meeka, you were the one dancing with another man tonight. Don't I have the right to say something about my wife in the arms of another man!" "Don't change the subject. Joel is both of our friends, and you know that! But Lizzy! What is Lizzy to me? No, I should be asking, what is Lizzy to you?! She's only your friend or lover or whatever she is! When do I sign the dog on papers, Copeland?" I shouted.

“We just finished with the photos. I’ll send the gown with Davies in about an hour.” He paused and glanced to Marie who stepped out of the back, two large boxes in her hands. Sandra stood to help her while Creighton backed away toward the door, lowering his voice. Marie began to motion to the boxes, trying to communicate what was in them with her hands. Sandra nodded, unsure how to answer her other than Oui. She really wished Creighton would hurry up with his phone call and come translate for her, but when she turned around to ask him for help, she found him facing the front window, his back to the room and his voice lowered to barely above a whisper. She watched him for a few moments, unabl

“I thought you forgot about me.” Janelle returned the hug warmly, her familiar soft cologne wrapping around me like a glove. “Never! You're mine for life, babes,” she says with a wink. I pout, and she giggles. “Now, why don't you smile as we find something to wear?” She looks, and her eyes widen when she sees Marie. “Who is this beauty?” Marie watches us with a mix of awe and excitement, clearly impressed by the warm welcome from Janelle. A blush spreads across her cheek at Janelle's words. “This is Marie, my assistant,” I introduce them.

she said again after quickly dodging her husband who could not help but just cling to her. The two of them parted ways there with feelings that were not yet completely relieved. Their marital status that Grace wanted to keep secret no doubt made both of them sad. It was getting dark, a sign that the sun had exchanged positions with the moon. As the schedule had decided, Grace was working overtime tonight. Grace was about to rush home, but a call from the woman behind her made her turn her head. "You?" Grace was surprised to see a famous woman like Zara Jones in front of her tonight.

I woke her up. "ELLAAAAA" I screamed bloody Mary, scaring the shit out of her as she is a light sleeper. "AAAAAAA! WHAT!" She screamed, getting up and looking around like a crazy woman. She surely thought that there was an intruder or that something bad happened to me. "What the fuck, Callie!" She yelled, clearly annoyed. She kept pacing back and forth, trying to calm her beating her down. I kind of felt bad... "I-I- I AM GOING TO MARRY MATEO!" I squealed, trying to take her attention away from her heart.