Hilda X Marianne Novels & Stories

“But of course. Otherwise, why would she keep their marriage a secret? Emily said that the man might even be a rogue, and I think that it’s plausible.” Susan leisurely peeled a longan fruit as she spoke in a small voice, her tone filled with mockery. “I really want to see just how ugly that person is. In fact, I think that Xyla might not even have the guts to show up today.” Mary looked expectantly at the entrance, itching to watch a good show. “Mary, your makeup and hairdo today is really nice. Your peach and pink plaid tube dress make you look like a little princess.” Heather started kissing up to Mary.

cursed? The pretty barmaid set another drink in front of me. "Rough night?" I gave a hollow laugh. "Rough life." I replied taking a sip of the whiskey. As I was about to open the seventh bottle, a warm presence settled on the stool beside me. The newcomer's cologne had an intriguing cedar and smoke scent wafting my way. I risked a glance over. A strikingly handsome man caught my eye, all thoughts of him forgotten when I met his piercing hazel eyes. There was something...different about him. Exotic and powerful. Like an immortal watching over normal people.

She said, turning to leave but pausing at the door. “It’s Marianne Corelle, not Skarsgard. Don’t forget, I was never truly your wife. I’m sorry for ruining you,” she said, her tears falling as she walked out of the house that night.

Despite his silent reassurance, the knot in my chest tightened with every passing moment. “This,” began Elder Marston, his voice sharp and cutting, “is unacceptable.” The murmurs of agreement from the others rippled through the room like a tide. “You’ve crossed a line, Jake,” added Elder Helena, her eyes narrowing at me as though I were some sort of wild animal she’d found in her home. “Marrying her wasn’t just impulsive—it was reckless.” I swallowed hard, my voice lodged somewhere in my throat. “She’s my mate,” Jake said, his voice calm but firm. “The Moon Goddess chose her for me. That’s not up for debate.”

Children running across a meadow with the specific joy of people who have no agenda and no awareness of being watched. Then the hillside. Wildflowers, thousands of them, covering the slope in waves of yellow and blue and white that moved with the wind like the surface of something alive. Kiva's lips parted. "They're beautiful." She said it quietly, to herself rather than to me, the words escaping before she had cleared them with the part of her that was always managing what she said. Then she caught herself and looked down. I said nothing. Several minutes later I leaned toward the front. "Stop here."

“I think you’re mistaken, ma’am. I’ve never seen you before.” Mothers' frown deepens. “No. You’re the woman who pulled my hair at Daisy’s party.” My spine straightens. The air tightens around us. Lilian’s face doesn’t crack. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Harrison, but I wasn’t at any party. You must be confusing me with someone else.” “No,” Mother says, voice surprisingly firm. “You pushed me. Then you pulled my hair.” Lilian’s denial is smooth—practiced, even.

These days his flings were getting shorter and shorter. Samaire, on the other hand, was a mystery… a very unexpected mystery. He had known her practically all his life but he hadn’t noticed her until recently. Like a fine wine, there were surprising notes about her. She had a sensual streak but she reined it in hard. Why? Why did she feel the need to hide it? Dominic flinched when someone clapped a hand on his back. He turned and saw his friend Marshall. The redhead wasn’t looking at him but was leering at Samaire.

"Liliana, the first time I saw you, I knew in my heart that you were the woman for me. I will do everything just to keep you safe. I will protect our relationship from people who wants to destroy us. I will never allow anyone to come between us. You are for me and I am yours. Our soul and body will be as one. Even death could never hinder me and you from being together. Stay beside me forever Lily, don't leave me." " I love you until forever is through and beyond death. I, Xavier, take you, Liliana Lan Reed, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer,

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

She muttered d to herself—under her breath as she walked into the office with Harry behind her. "Look who is here, my sweetheart!" Jackson called out in a joyous and annoyingly pitched voice making Maria's hair stand. She flashed him a pretentious grin, before moving her gaze to the other people in the room. Sean, as usual, had emotions masked behind his stern face, contrary to Higgins who looked like he had seen a ghost, the main of his hair looking scattered—probably from consistent and frustrating ruffles.