Edd X Marie Novels & Stories

"... complicated." We continued talking for a while longer and I got to know more about Mr. Asshole's... complicated family. Madeline turned out to be Christina's mum and Drew's step-mum, Lisa and Edward were Mr. Asshole's siblings, and Mr. Asshole was in fact a mummy's boy. Soon enough, other couples joined in on the dance floor and waltzed around. Christina and I parted ways later on. I saw her walk over to another lady who I guessed was her girlfriend.

(RED DOT) “WHEN EVERYTHING COMES IN A CIRCLE AND CYCLE. YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT AND NOT EVEN A LITTLE THING TO ALTER IT, DANIELA.” ‘DID YOU JUST REMEMBER THAT CERTAIN PAST, MARIE?’ “Stop!” Marie screams, holding her head with her hands and now crouching in pain from the flash of images and words that felt like squeezing her brains out from her head. “No, no, no. What are you talking about? I do not understand anything at all.”

"I don't watch TV because I'm busy on the farm every day. I don't have time. And when I do have some free time, I prefer to spend it in the city shopping for new clothes. So, I've never paid much attention to what's going on with Wyvern Peak, but I have heard a lot about it…" Marie went on and on. Adrian's interest was piqued when he heard this and had a hard time stopping himself from asking, "What kind of an impression do you have toward War Legate Draco then?" Marie scratched the corner of her mouth and made several strokes with her hands as she replied, "I thought he’d be strong, burly, and sport some stubble. His eyes should be as large as pearls, pfft… Hahaha!" She was amused by her ow

I needed to know what took her too long after impatiently waiting for those fifteen more minutes to be over I called her, Hello Millers. Sir? Sir...... mmmh so good, I want more....Xander .....not so fast...I'm gonna.... Millers? Millers? Emma? What's going on? Then the call disconnected. Xander? Alexander? Damn it! What was she doing with him? How was he here in Manhattan? Just the thought of what Emma implied made me crazy... Not so fast? I want more? Emma's POV I walked over to Jada's coffee shop from Power Corp. Since I was familiar with the place I had to greet my now turned friend Lisa then Jada who wouldn't stop praising Ace.

linked to Alexander Vanderbilt that Ezra once mentioned had not appeared from nowhere. Marie had simply… not corrected it. And now—here he was. Approaching her of his own accord. Her fingers tightened around her handbag, though her expression remained serenely confident. “Is he coming to us?” she whispered under her breath. Colette nodded almost imperceptibly. “Mais oui.” Marie turned her gaze away as if distracted—then let it fall upon him with artful surprise. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said warmly as he drew near. “Long time no see.”

Proposed marriage. And somehow never mentioned Emma. "Her name was Emma." The words taste like rust. "She died when I was fourteen." Elena sets the menu down carefully. "You never—" She stops. Starts again. "Five months, Daniel. We've been together five months and you never mentioned you had a sister who died?" "I know." "That's it? You know?" Her voice climbs half an octave before she catches it, pulls it back down. "That's the kind of thing you mention on date three. Or date ten. Not after you've proposed."

Her heart was beating so fast inside her that she couldn't fully process what was going on. "Tell me if it hurts, alright? I'll make it easy for you." She couldn't believe that she was making out with Cassian Martin. The man whom she thought hated her all his life. The one whom she thought she could never lay her fingers with. "Nghh... do me faster, please," she begged. They both gasped for air after a long minute of kissing. She hugged him tight as she started grinding against his fingers. "Fuck it, stay put, Catherine."

“The doctor will see you now.” My hands were shaky as I walked down the hall. I was so tired lately, so dizzy. I thought it was just sadness. Isn’t that what a dying marriage feels like? It makes your whole body sick. Dr. Evans had a nice smile. “Sienna, hi. Good news.” “Good news?” I asked. I couldn’t remember the last time I had any of that. “First, you need some iron pills. You’re very anemic. But more importantly…” She paused, her eyes kind. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant. About six weeks along.”

I explained, and she smiled while wiggling her eyebrows. “Except you, huh?” “Me, Granny, William and Maria." I clarified so she could get the stupid smirk off her face. My phone buzzed against the counter, and we both turned our heads to look at it. “I swear if it's Nash calling again, I'm breaking that phone and buying you a new one!” Daisy grumbled. I picked it up, erased the ten missed calls from Nash, and opened the text from Isaac. HEARTBEAT: [The floor’s dry now. Be careful walking in there.]

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.