Divergent Marlene Novels & Stories

Darlene never thought she would finally have the courage to make the decision she had been avoiding all this time: to divorce Landen. She had also cut ties with Marlon's family. In her heart, she had decided she would never go back to those who had hurt her. Darlene had no one left. She didn’t even have close friends, as the Marlon family had never allowed her to form close bonds with others. But Darlene stood firm and unafraid. Her savings in the bank were dwindling, but there was still enough to last her for the next week.

I shouted running back into my shelter. We never found Phillip. I became desperate on my hunts, but I always came up empty-handed. Staying in his home village no longer felt safe nor did it feel like home without having him here to share it with me. To make matters worse, Marlene showed up at my doorstep. "How'd you know I was living here?" I asked her. "My mate is missing. Did you really think I had no idea that he helped you hideout?" Marlene asked leaning back in pain. "You shouldn't have come here," I said to her. "I smell him all over this place. He was here, wasn't he?" She asked on the verge of tears. "He came to meet with his frail friend, Gloria and grab his mother's favorite pot fr

Then, on a rainy Thursday evening, Kian walked into the living room with his phone in hand and that careful expression he wore when he was about to hand me something heavy. “They found her,” he said. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Marlene Cross?” He nodded. “She’s alive. Seventy-eight now. Living in a nursing home outside Hartford. Declan spoke to her this morning.” Matteo, who had been reading reports at the dining table, stood and came to sit beside me on the couch. His hand found mine immediately. “What did she say?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Kian sat across from us, elbows on his knees. “She remembers a young woman, early twenties, dark hair, terrified but determined. Pa

I heard my father said when the visitors leave one by one. I shook my head and blankly stared to nowhere. “Merida, it’s getting late,” Daddy told me again. “Leave me alone,” I answered in a low and blank voice. I just felt so tired at this very moment that I don’t want to talk to anyone. I want to be alone because I might break down here if they insist on talking to me. “Dad, let her. She’s big enough and can go home alone,” Jelanie said in an irritated tone.

"I think you should calm down, sir... James... This won't help your daughter." Marlene sobs. "You always were cruel, James. That's why I divorced you." The heat fades, replaced by a numbing chill. "I'll remind you, Marlene, that I divorced you. You blew every penny I ever earned. You were unfaithful. When I finally broke free, you lied to Georgie and turned her against me. All those years of marriage and you robbed me of my daughter. And now, you lied to her again and her life is in danger."

Above, the stars hung like old gods watching too much and saying too little. “She told me about your parents,” Marlene said. “That you lost them young.” David’s voice was quiet. “I did.” “She doesn’t talk to many people the way she talks to you.” Her arms folded tightly. “I’ve seen how she leans into you. How she softens.” “She’s strong,” David said. “She’s surviving,” Marlene corrected. “There’s a difference.” A pause stretched between them like thread pulled too tight. “I need you to promise me something.”

"I know it's hard for you to understand…," "What is hard to understand?" Marlien interrupted, staring at Brandon with anger. Her voice was filled with frustration and disbelief. "I saw you cry not once but multiple times because of him. How can you defend him?" Marlien's words hung in the air, heavy with accusation. "All because of her," Marlene said, pointing at Marinne, who was standing beside Brandon. Marlene's voice trembled with anger as she pointed accusingly at Marianne, who stood beside Brandon. Her eyes were filled with hurt and betrayal. "Dad has changed, and he brought that woman into our house," Marlene exclaimed, her voice quivering with emotion. The tension in the room grew thi

"Oh, she's damaged goods. Someone's already had a turn. Let's just have some fun today. We don't usually get a chance to run into this idiot. Let's show her a whole new world." … Aunt Marlene had just escaped Dad, only to fall into a much worse hell. Their laughter and crude insults filled the air, mixed with her choked sobs. In the end, Aunt Marlene stopped moving, her smooth skin covered in wounds. "She can't take any more. Do you think she's dead?" "What bad luck. We haven't even had our fill yet. Just dump her in those reeds over there. No one can see her there." … Their cursing voices echoed. Then I watched as they dragged Aunt Marlene like a sack before dumping her into the nearby mars

When this matter gets out, the company would be infamous. Marlene was still in the midst of arrest, and there were some things she needed to figure out this afternoon. Originally, Marlene was so scared that she hid herself in a small town far away from this country, her traces only found after she checked her passports and the names of the people she used to travel through was found. Right now, the police were communicating with the local police to capture Marlene and bring her back to the country as soon as possible. Marlene, who was far away from home, also caught a whiff of the wind. Just as she was about to board the plane again and flee to another country, she was detained by the local

We were finally making some progress and I was more than ready to get to the fun part of this visit. Marlene smiled at me and then she sat in my lap. She scooted forward until she took me in with a moan. “I truly have missed you, you bastard. Now that I have heard your proposal, it's time for you to convince me that I am making the right choice,” Marlene said to me and my hand came up to her neck. She smirked at me and I gripped her waist with my other hand to set the tempo. Marlene was one of the first women I allowed to grace my sheets after my wife died. She helped me heal in more ways than one.