I Tamed The Crazy Marquis Novels & Stories

he inquired, sensing something amiss. Mark, biting his bottom lip in frustration, struggled to contain his annoyance. "I couldn't. Someone stole my bride," he exclaimed, his voice filled with exasperation. As he spoke, "Alex, the newly appointed advisor of the blue sea pack thought I was marrying Stephanie and kidnapped the bride," Mark said to Lucas, but suddenly, Alex climbed down the stairs with a shock expression on his face. " I did what?" He asked, with his earring dangling on his ear, while Lucas turned to him, before turning back to his uncle. *

Cold droplets splashed against the church steps, turning the old stone dark beneath his shoes. He barely noticed. His mind was still trapped inside the pages of the journal. He reached his car and pulled his keys from his pocket. Something fluttered beneath the windshield wiper. Marco stopped. A single black feather. Rain rolled from its glossy surface. Wrapped around its stem was a narrow strip of parchment. His fingers hesitated before unfolding it. Six words stared back at him in elegant black ink. You opened the wrong history book......

I turned to face him. "Just a random lady" I lied.. "Are you serious? Your wife is missing and you're here chatting with another lady?" He asked.. "Chatting?" I repeated. Firstly, I wasn't chatting with that lady..Secondly, Jessica isn't my wife yet..Thirdly, I'm sad dad..How could my fiance disappear on our engagement day?" I said,faking a sad face.. "Mr martins what's going on here? Where the hell is Jessica? I won't spare both of you, If anything happens to my daughter" Mr Richard, Jessica's father threatened..

Kat gulped audibly when she saw that his dark eyes were also focused on her lips. Reality came crashing down like ice water. In the next instant, she flipped him onto his back, catching him off-guard. She scrambled to her feet and was making her way towards the exit when the room erupted into boisterous cheers. The onlookers were congratulating the man who had managed to best ‘The Beast’…if only for a few minutes.

She asked at one point, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Most of it, but some pieces had to be taken by force while I earned through loyalty. It is never simple.” Before I could elaborate, a knock came from the door and Phil stepped in, wiping his hands on a cloth. He looked satisfied, the kind of look he got after a job well finished. “Everything is cleaned up.” He reported. “The man gave us solid leads on Marco, the mole on our side. We will pick him up before sunrise.” He threw a look at Iris. “The men were talking unendingly about you, I have to say you got some fire in you.”

He is terrified with the man, how first time traveling and he just faces a monster incarnate person like Charles. "Maria ... we just need to wait for Maria, whether she will avenge his real father. Even though I see they are not that close." Marco replied, who hugged Jazzy from the side. To be honest, he wanted to get to the pack quickly ... contacted the pack doctor, and asked for the hormone pills ... he wanted to get Mated with Jazzy soon as possible. By visiting Charles pack, he realized Jasmine Mendes should be his mate as fast as possible...and whatever it takes.

I just became a fucking pig that we bleed and have fun with when we want. This time, my voice breaks permanently and I fall to my knees. At the end of my tether, but above all crippled with pain because I feel like my skull is deforming under the alpha's psychic pressure. " It's a terrible misunderstanding... Marika complains, observing the policewoman. Don't take her word for it!" I smirk, looking up into his eyes, tears of anger streaming down my cheeks. " The misunderstanding pisses you off" I said bluntly, glaring at her.

It was not just clean; it was beautiful, a stark contrast to the gloom that had pervaded its halls before. Her hands trace the transformed walls as she makes her way to the throne room. Cedric, the source of the chaos that had engulfed the pack, the chaos they had still been grappling with, lay there, lounging on his throne, appearing indifferent to the turmoil he had caused. Anger bubbles within Marisol, and she is unable to stop her tongue as she unleashes a torrent of words, her voice carrying the weight of her frustration. "Do you have any idea what your wolf has done to the pack? People are out there fighting for their lives, and you're here lounging like it's your royal spa day!”

I am not that stupid "Marquis is right. You will not agree with us. Fortunately, we prepared something incase that yoy act stubborn" He said while amiling full of dark intention. It is scary indeed. He even looked like a psychopath in my eyes. There, he brought up a biolet colored liquid. I donvt what exactly it is but I have a vague idea about what it is. "Since our princess is not stupid, you know what this is right? This is a poison and only us has the cure of this" he uttered once again as he licked his dagger. There's no blood in it but it's really crazy, how can someone make that kind of face?

She was curious to know if he concurred with Zion's belief that his mother was cursed. Marco, seated in his study pondering how to restore his mother's human form, recognized the knock at the door. His wolf stirred within, signaling who it was. With a smile, he invited the visitor in. Jessica, his mate, entered with a look of concern and confusion. Marco, alarmed, rose quickly and approached her, scanning for any signs of injury. Jessica reassured him with a gentle pat on the chest and a soft giggle, assuring him she was unharmed.