John Marrs Books Novels & Stories

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

It was no ordinary book and neither was it meant for ordinary people. ‘’I need to get something for myself’’ Mara says walking onto the shelf hidden at the far end of the room. It is composed of books from history to spell casting and some hybrid notifications. She was not interested in any of the books, not until the red cover book fell to the ground catching her attention. ‘’Ways to make it work’’ the title read. Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red.

my brows twitch. “Huh… no, no… there won’t be a next time. At least during our marriage!” I glare at her and walk out directly. I go back to my study and find Yohan sitting on the couch writing something on his notepad. He looks up at me and adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his index finger. “Good morning Mr. Marshall.” I sit across from him and nod. “Hm.” And I get straight to the point. “I think my body went through some new changes recently.”

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

he handed the book to John, "it a freaking diary of all his crimes against humanity. He is a really bad man." "Tell me about it," Martha scoffed as she extended her hand to John and he gave her the book. She went quickly brushed through the book and raised her face to Josh, "you are a lunatic, you know that? Who writes down all the crimes they had done?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "He's saved us a lot of work. The book dates back to about ten years," David shrugged and rolled his shoulders.

No sign of who left it. I picked up the mug. The warmth seeped into my palms. Small rebellion stirred in my chest. I wasn’t going to sit here like a guest. I wasn’t going to disappear into the background like the decorative wife they expected. I carried the coffee with me and kept exploring. A library with floor-to-ceiling books. A gym that smelled of leather and metal. A sunroom filled with plants that looked too perfect to be real. Every room felt staged. Empty. Like no one actually lived here. Like the Marlowes collected spaces the way they collected power.

There's no sign of anyone inside, but we go in anyway. I don't know what I was expecting. Beer cans everywhere, maybe a few pool tables, a bartender with piercings all over their face. I don't know. Something like that. What I wasn't expecting was an old man in a captain's uniform, reading a book by himself at the far end of the room. There's a large table in the center of the room, with a bunch of chairs in a circle. There are bottles everywhere, and the whole place smells like beer.

Marissa said, her face lighting up with gratitude. "You're welcome," Paula replied with a smile of her own. * * * Marissa entered Juan's office and set a book on his desk. "What's this?" he asked, intrigued by the unexpected item. "It's going to be my ranch record book, sort of like a diary. I'll use it whenever I oversee the ranch to keep track of everything," Marissa explained, her enthusiasm shining through. "That's a great initiative. Just remember to keep me informed," Juan replied, handing the book back to her with a nod of approval.