Jenika Marion Novels & Stories

She missed him greatly. She was startled when somebody caressed her back. “I’m Kira, Marshal’s wife.” Jenna regained herself from her daze and was enchanted by the woman’s smile. It was so pure, it reminded her of Peggy. Naturally, she returned it and followed her to the dining table. “I have to go somewhere,” Marshall announced and picked up his long coat. Kira didn’t seem to be worried. She must have gotten used to him leaving for days unend. “Going to see your son from the shadows?” She asked after him. Marshall turned and smiled at her.

she tries again, but I can smell her nervousness, hear the stiffness in her joints, “you won’t hurt me because you’ll be able to tell that I’m your kin.” I roll my shoulders back, feeling too small, too compressed, too trapped in my own skin. “What if I’m star-kin but not related to you? Then you’ll be out here with a wolf who has shifted for the first time ever, too far from anyone who can help you before I maul you to death.” Marion says nothing. I’m noticing that her silence is her most terrifying way to communicate. Then I remember her knife. The one I brought, the one Sebastian confiscated, then passed over to Marion. The one she sheathed on her weapons belt that still hangs on her hips

Mara raised an eyebrow and looked out the window. "What do you want from me?" Mara was very fierce and she just wanted this Keren lady to go straight to the point. "I like your attitude and like you, I also love to hit the nail on the head. Here is the thing" Keren was beginning to make sense to Mara finally. "I'm listening" Mara finally looked at her. "I deal with other things, smuggling them in and out of the country and I would need your help to do that" Keren was blunt.

“You don’t understand. This town—it keeps things. If she’s here, it’s because she wants to be hidden.” I swallowed. “So we need to give her a reason to come outside.” Marion sighed, and then nodded finally. “There’s a bar. The only one in town. She comes in sometimes. Late. Never stays long.” Jameson’s jaw tightened. “Where?” Marion took a napkin, wrote something on it and pushed it across the counter. “But I want you to hear me,” she said tersely. “If you do find her, be careful what you ask.”

the man on the other end of the phone responded offensively, with an annoying laugh. " Already dealing with the idiots and it's only 8 : 30 in the morning, "she hissed as she dropped the call , followed by the usual recorded laughs that are mostly accustomed to the audience in a sitcom, James adjusted in his seat as he laughed at the consistent flow of rib recking conversations from the popular Mr bean series that aired from 8- 8:30 pm on the boomerang channel, his laughs were in sync with that of the ever invisible audience, until the chime from a ring tone caught his attention, and the sight of the contact number wiped the smile off his face. He pushed up from his seat, a look of disbelief

I say, carefully. “I know.” She flips through the menu like she owns the place. “Someone might think we like each other,” I joke, watching her closely. Marion looks up. Her lips curve into something razor-edged. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Shit. “I didn’t, I mean…” She leans in, cutting me off. Her perfume is subtle but heady, something warm and expensive. “Jude, I need you to arrange meetings with these companies,” she says, slipping a small folder

Marion's statement. It was a debilitating pain, she stayed until she could walk, even though she arrived at 2:06 in the morning, until 5:15, the receptionist said. - Lady Marion, do you have any idea who could have killed him, an enemy? - The red-haired detective questioned her. - He had many enemies, especially at work. - She said. - Marion was a very strict man. - She said. Jacquin Marion was a man who worked in the financial sector, he was not afraid to seize assets, to take a livelihood, he was a ruthless businessman, he took cars, businesses, mansions.

Jenna was the first to walk over to Marion and step right up and press her naked body against her saying, "It's great to meet you. My name is Jenna, I'm their daughter." When Jenna stepped back Kim was right there waiting her turn to hug Marion as well. Ted stood to their side and watched the two wives hug before saying, "See honey, I told you all the members of this family are really wonderful people." I reached out my hand to shake hands with Marion and noticed she immediately looked down at my cock as she extended her hand to take mine. I sized her up to be about 5'6" and she had dirty blonde hair. I also took note of her "C" sized tits and when she stepped back after our hand shake I not

Rakia's POV "Here we are!" Marion chimed, as soon as the carriage pulled up in front of a huge three storey wooden house. I guess she wasn't lying when she said her father was rich. We followed her into the house, meeting her parents and two other siblings. Marion's plump mother was beyond overjoyed to see Clifford and Richard again. She trapped them each in warm hugs that nearly suffocated them.

"It's getting late. Let's head home." "Okay," Shelia replied, resting her head against Juan's shoulder. But just as they were about to leave, Marion's voice rang out again. "Mr. Nichols, I think I heard your fiancée insult mine just now. I didn't imagine that, right?" Juan and Shelia stopped in their tracks. Marion's arm tightened around Debra's waist, and he sneered, "I don't take kindly to anyone mistreating my woman. It doesn't matter who they are."