I'm In Love With Mary Jane Novels & Stories

"What is so wrong with confessing my feelings to the man I love?" "Everything is wrong Mary," Jade snapped at her. "I might understand why you developed feelings for me before I found my mate. You're young and naive, and you think with your heart. Now that I returned with my mate, you should have killed those feelings because nothing can ever happen between us Mary. Ever."

How I love Jane. I wish I could make her my wife every day. The two years had been torture for me. Taking more time was not in my dictionary. Going back to the hotel room. I could not keep my hand off her. I wanted to make her mine. The kisses were not enough. Her slight touch made me so hard.

" Marian's eyes welled up with tears upon hearing my words, her heart breaking even more. "Right, it was me who allowed myself to believe in a love that was never meant to be," Marian whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of sadness and acceptance. "I can't change the past, but I can change the future, right?" She smirked through her tears, staring at me. "If I can't be happy, then neither can you, Jane." She smiled, pushing Jane hard against the wall. The force of her shove caught me off guard, but I couldn't do anything to stop Jane from falling to the ground. I can only watch in horror as she crumples to the floor, her body limp and lifeless.

We stuck! Since then, we’ve been glued at the hips, three completely different people who shouldn’t have worked, but somehow did. Theodore with his loud mouth, sharper wit, and a heart way too soft for someone who pretends he doesn’t care. Mary Jane with her calm, grounding presence, she’s the kind of person who listens more than she speaks but always says the exact right thing when it matters. And then there’s me. The one who’s always been halfway out the door. Making friends has never been easy for me.

"I don't see your fiancée here today. I thought you two were so in love. Shouldn't she be here to watch your father’s empire burn?" I ignored the biting sarcasm. I stepped forward, invading her personal space, forcing her assistant to retreat. I leaned in, inhaling the intoxicating scent of vanilla that clung to her. "The woman I love—the only woman I’ve ever wanted—is standing right in front of me," I rasped, my eyes tracing her features. "You look more beautiful than ever, Baby." Mary offered a faint, dismissive smile. "Oh, is that so?" SLAP! Without warning, her small hand lashed out, striking my jaw with shocking force. My head snapped to the side, and I could taste the metallic tang of

Couldn't explain that I'd found my mate and been rejected in the same breath. She texted instead. **Tessa:** I heard. Pack's buzzing about Marcus finding second chance mate. Are you okay? Do you need me to come over? **Maryann:** I'm fine. Just need to be alone. **Tessa:** You're lying. Maryann, you're crying right now. I can tell from how you're texting. I'm coming over. **Maryann:** Please don't. I just—I need time. Need to process that my mate doesn't want me.

“Yes. I want this. All of it.” The night turned filthy and loving. In the bedroom, they took her slowly, savoring every inch. Philip in her pussy while Tucker claimed her ass again, moving in perfect sync. They whispered love and dirty promises between kisses. She came multiple times, lost in their bodies and devotion, until they filled her together one final time. Afterward, curled in their arms under the stars visible through the glass ceiling, Mary Jane felt truly secure for the first time since the funeral. “I love you both,” she whispered. “You didn’t just save me. You made me stronger.”

I moved them, one by one, then used both hands to push myself up. “How did I get here?” I asked the pretty woman who was busy with different bottles and containers on the table by my bed. She startled and turned toward me. “You are awake!” she said softly, as if she had not expected me to be up so soon. I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to explain. “You were rushed in by your boyfriend,” she said. My mouth made a disgusted shape. “My boyfriend?” I asked. My brows tightened. “Yes. Damian Cole,” she answered with a small smile.

I picked it up and read carefully. [10.11 You probably don't know, but I've always liked you.] [10.25 I asked Hannah to help make you dislike me, but she went too far. I punished her harshly. She won't dare bother you again.] [1.20 I know I'm not sick and don't need medication, so I've decided to be brave for once, for myself.] [2.16 So you've already moved on, and you even have a wonderful boyfriend. It makes me really sad.]