Jade Maris Vr Novels & Stories

"Now this will hurt because of the size of the splinters but I'll try to be gentle." I growled deep in my throat as she removed the first one, making her jump in her seat. I did my best to keep from making a sound as she withdrew the rest of the splinters. This was after all Levi's grandmother. "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Marina." She kept right on working, packing the wound and then applying bandages and tape. She looked up at me again and had the gentlest eyes I've seen in a long time. "My name is Sarah."

he informed me and I felt the floor slip under my feet . In all this chaos the only name came to mind . Maryam ……. 2 years later….. Third person p.o.v " No ….no …no " Jade wakes up in the middle of the night screaming in fear . Alex quickly turned on the lights . " Jade it's okay it's okay it's just a dream " he tried to calm her down . After that news Jade's mental health started to deteriorate in a very bad way . She went on a guilt trip that she was the reason Maryam is no more .

Jade breathed, taking the wheel back as they slipped into the deep shadows beneath the bridge pylons. She slowed the engine to a whisper, drifting into a patch of tall reeds and rusted barges. She pulled out her encrypted phone, her heart stopping when she saw a single message from Marcus: > VILLA SECURED. CASPIAN RELOCATING. MEET AT THE SEABOARD POINT. Jade collapsed against the pilot’s seat, her chest heaving. She looked at Elena, who was staring at the green mist settling on the water with an expression of pure awe.

It hit against her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms, reminding her of what she’s getting into. She stood there in her plain cotton bra and jeans, feeling exposed like an innocent virgin about to be sacrificed. A virgin, yes. Innocent? Not anymore. Mara laughed softly from the bed, her hand trailing down her own stomach to dip between her legs. "Look at her, Jade. She's shaking. Poor little virgin doesn't know where to put her hands."

Each person in this room was either a puppet master or a weapon. And now, I was supposed to be both. I moved like the bride I was pretending to be- that I’d been trained to pretend to be; gracious, poised, glowing. My heels didn’t falter. My smile never cracked. “Ah, the new Lady Vale.” A woman’s voice said, sharp and as chilled as wine. I turned to face Marissa Vale, Darius’ cousin. She was tall, with ice-blonde hair, and draped in silver that gleamed like moonlight on a blade. She was beautiful in the way poison often is.

After planting uncountable kisses on Jade's face, Marie released her and as they walked to the car, she turned back and mouthed a thank you to Shawn. They reached the car and Marie opened the passenger door for Jade before going to the other side. As soon as she settled into the car, she turned it on and it began moving. Feeling uneasy about the quietness in the car, Jade turned on the radio. Her favorite song was being played so she increased the volume and adjusted her chair so she could lay on it. With the coolness of the air conditioner just right and the song calming her nerves, Jade's eyes began to blink heavily. She had almost drifted completely to sleep when she jolted up due to a lo

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who would do this. Yet here I was, sitting in the dim, pulsing lights of an upscale private VIP room at the club, my heart racing as I watched Jade move. Marcus had surprised me for our anniversary with a night out at one of the city’s most exclusive gentlemen’s clubs. What started as playful teasing of him buying me lap dances and whispering filthy ideas in my ear, had escalated quickly. Jade was the one who caught both our eyes. Tall, with long raven hair, smooth caramel skin, and a body that looked sculpted for sin. Her green eyes held a knowing sparkle every time she glanced between Marcus and me.

Her lips curled down and she shrugged. “Alright. Let's kill Vadim Quade.” Darius smirked as he watched Marissa fold the map in her hands.

The three days dotted before the battle was over. Tatiana was grateful to the man that crafted her into her best shape and made her harden her heart. Erebor sets her into a firm state, that an ounce of pity shouldn't be spare to those who don't deserve the grace. With a tilt of her glass filled with wine, she stares from nowhere and pondered with her thoughts. Tomorrow will be her first battle for the throne as Alpha Mraz's luna. Even if she's the rightful mate of the dominant Alpha but in his eyes, she was just a vermin that hinders his plan to have a strong mate to stand and rule by his side.

Maria: The door opened. And I knew. The air changed before I even saw him. Heavy. Controlled. Deadly. Alpha. I dropped to my knees before I could even think to remain standing. My hands pressed against the cold stone floor as his boots stopped a breath away from me. “Look at me,” he ordered. I did. And I wished I hadn’t. His eyes were not the ones that watched Lia with warmth. They were gold. Void of any emotion, revealing one thing only… rage.