Divergent Marlene Novels & Stories

Thorick urged. Narsha furrowed her brow, staring at the mark in confusion. But seeing how long it took Dexter to choose his words, she knew how sacred the object was and that Dexter respected it. But Marlene suddenly spoke up. “No.” Her voice was soft but firm, her head shaking violently. “I don't want forgiveness, especially from him. I've made my choice, and I'll bear the consequences.” Thorick looked at her in disbelief. “Don't be stupid, Marlene! I won't let my wife rot in that place too!”

Chloe's face stiffened. Then every trace of smugness and arrogance vanished. Her lips trembled. She tried to speak, but only a dry breath came out. Derek's eyes widened. He stepped forward and reached for the papers. Sweat beaded along his temples, and his voice shook. "Helena... Helena, what does this mean? What are you doing?" Marlene panicked completely, repeating the same words over and over. "She's crazy... She's crazy... That woman has lost her mind..."

However, Marlene never stopped mocking them. In fact, Marlene kept saying that their family was done for. She even intentionally caused trouble for Rachel’s family because they weren’t doing well. When Marlene’s house was robbed, and she lost 30,000 dollars, she insisted that Rachel’s father was the one who stole it. Marlene’s reason was that Rachel’s family wasn’t doing well and needed money. No matter how Rachel’s father denied it, Marlene insisted that it was them. In fact, Marlene even spread a rumor in the neighborhood that Rachel’s father was a thief.

“Ahem.” Marlene stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw Harper standing before her, she gasped in relief and joy. “Harper! You—you’re okay?” Harper’s face remained expressionless. Her voice was calm and distant. “I came to tell you that you were never part of my life before, and from now on, you don’t need to be.” Marlene and Blake exchanged a silent, pained glance. “Harper,” Marlene’s voice trembled, “We know we wronged you—”

“This is exactly what I was afraid of.” She sighs dramatically. “Elena lost her child,” she continues gently. “It broke her. She’s been in therapy ever since. Medication too. I think she forgot to take it tonight.” My vision goes red. “She’s confused,” Isabelle adds, pressing Angela’s head to her shoulder possessively. “And now she’s projecting.” And then— “Damian!” A voice cuts through the tension. Marina comes rushing in, breathless, panic written all over her face.

Except she wasn’t coming back. “Where are you going?” Aria asked, heart crawling into her throat. Marlene turned. Her eyes were glassy, swollen. Her voice, when it came, was soft. “Upstate. To your Aunt Clara’s. I need… I need to breathe, baby.” “What about Dad?” Aria whispered. Her mother glanced down the hallway, toward the den where Harold sat—same chair, same robe, same dead stare. He hadn’t spoken in three days. “He doesn’t even know I’m leaving,” Marlene said, voice cracking. “I told him. I begged him. He’s not—he’s not here anymore, Aria.”

Marlene praised Yasmine for a while, saying that she must thank her properly and even mentioned that Yasmine could ask for any amount of money. Emilee struggled to pull the corners of her mouth, and asked, "Marlene, what if Dr. Huffman wanted Mr. Russell?" "..." Marlene felt like she had misheard, "Can you say that again?" "What if Mr. Russell wanted to marry Dr. Huffman?" On the other end of the phone, Marlene's voice came shouting, "Lila, quickly get me the fast-acting heart medication!" Marlene felt like she was about to faint, "Emilee, what is going on?"

I couldn't even muster the energy or the motivation to help them. "Come back here, Jonah! I don't want you hurting yourself," I warned my youngest pup. "Imagine if you had more," Marlene chuckled. "After bleeding so bad with Jonah, Jubilee refuse to put me through it again," I replied. "I wish for just one more most days. Marlo is eighteen and I am still young. I don't want to wait much longer," Marlene sighed. "Marlene, why have you never gone back to Klaus? I mean, you were born and raised there. Aren't you afraid that your mate could be there and you're so far away?" I asked earning a strange look from her. "I-I..." she stuttered but said nothing. "What is it?" I asked. "I've gone back a

“If you think kidnapping me is going to scare me off, you don’t know me at all.” The man chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. “Bravery. How admirable. But misplaced.” The door creaked open, and another figure stepped inside. This one was more familiar—Marlene. Her presence ignited a fire of rage within me. “You’ve gone too far this time!” I spat. Marlene smiled, a venomous curve of her lips. “Oh, darling, you’ve gone too far. Meddling in matters you don’t understand, dragging Thiago into this mess... Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences?”

He swallowed deeply. Marlene hesitated, unsure of how to begin. “She’s really struggling right now, and I was hoping maybe you could help her find a job. Poor darling, she's been looking everywhere, and she keeps getting rejected. It's like some evil curse has been placed upon her.” Dean’s expression changed subtly, a flicker of alarm passing over his features, as if he had just realized the implications of Marlene’s request. “Why do you think I’d be the right person for that?”