Fareeda Marks Novels & Stories

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Caleb and I stood in Boston Common, at the top of a small hill, looking out, surveying the park. He held a map of the Freedom Trail which he’d just bought in a store, and he ran his finger along it again and again. I stood beside him, holding out both halves of the ancient scroll. “Read it again,” he said. I squinted to make out the words. I read: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground,

I said as we neared the market square. "See you tomorrow bree, my regards to uncle Ruben and aunt ". Dora said as she stops by the paved road for pedestrians for me to get down. "I will" I replied closing the door behind me. Waving as her car drove off into distance. Seeing that her car was out of sight, I turned in the direction of Jasper's mum restaurant that was at the edge of the market, far away from view. As I turned the last corner to the restaurant I could see a small female figure peeping through the window. She looks out of place, with her blond hair primed up and her dress that is to flashy to be found in this kind of environment.