Laios X Marcille Novels & Stories

I took my notebook and started writing the information “The first one is my Pinot Noir from reserve, it has traces of raspberry, coconut, currants and freshly cut grass, the flavor of my wine is very delicate, quite subtle as it was aged in oak barrels so it tastes of cinnamon, strawberry and blueberries. It is a good companion for fish, duck and red meat. There is also my Merlot, which has main aromas such as cassis, currants and other red fruits, it wasn’t aged to preserve its subtlety, it has a honey and mint flavor and is excellent to accompany roasted vegetables, semihard cheeses and some conserved desserts, you can use this for the end of dinner, the chef could try to incorporate somet

A man stood beside her, silent but alert. Marc Toussaint, her right-hand strategist, handed her a tablet displaying financial reports. “It’s confirmed,” Marc said. “We successfully acquired Duchêne Vineyards in Bordeaux, and Luciano Estates in Tuscany just finalized the deal. Cain lost two of his top suppliers overnight.” Isabella smiled. The game had begun. “And the next target?” Marc hesitated. “Cain Vineyards’ biggest distributor in the U.S.—Harrison Imports. But they’re heavily tied to Leo’s brand.”

But I was no fool, I knew that this expression was not one that came with happiness or grace. “Come closer,” Luna Isobel said. “I didn’t call for you to stand like a statue.” I did, holding my breath for one second before I forced myself to be composed. Her eyes dropped immediately, to my collarbone, my neck, where the marks Marcel had left were impossible to miss. She stared for a second longer than necessary, lips thinning. I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me.

Her nostrils flared and her brows knitted. Lilly stood there nervously as guilt rushed through her veins. Her brown waves covered half of her face and her emerald eyes were lowered. "What are you doing here ?" Champagne stood up harshly and the chair scraped against the floor making Lilly take a step back. "I..." Lilly lifted her head to explain and finally her sister noticed the scar on her face. It was vertical across her cheek with blood dried on it. Champagne's eyes roamed all over Lilly's body, she had on a blue sundress that was all dirty and her body was covered in scratches.

Marcia snapped. “Even someone as gifted as you in medicine, if you used marcellus mist, would still need at least an hour for it to take effect and bring him around, we would like to know, where is he?” Markus jumped in, sensing Marcia already losing her temper. “Marcellus mist? What is that?” Lacey asked Marcia quietly.

She quickly rose from her seat holding the wine glass. Before Alpha Mikhail could insist, Maridelle hurried to serve herself another glass of wine. The bottle of wine will be within her reach after few steps. It is situated on top of the table where roses serve as decoration. The corner of her mouth sweetly curved upwards. She hastened her steps. Maridelle planned to take a rose. It is her scent on Alpha Lachlan's nostrils; it has sent thrills to the butterfly on her stomach.

Marcas said all these loving things very sweetly and broke Christian and Roose's argument. When Marcas said all this, Roose looked at him surprisingly and Christian eyes narrowed with anger after listening to all this. Marcas gave the flowers to Roose and Roose took a deep fragrance of that beautiful fresh lily that fragrance changed Roose's mind . She enjoyed that fragrance. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. And Christian observed her expression angrily.

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.

When he did, his brown eyes went wide. “Lucien!” The brandy-filled glass sagged in Mario’s hand. Lucien’s gaze flicked rapidly to the singular bottle sitting on the counter—Cognac Dudognon Héritage, an item from the private stock in his office. Lucien tossed the polo mallet he’d been carrying on the mahogany bar, the sound of it ringing in the air like a remonstrance.

Lalia helped fasten the buttons at the back, her fingers working swiftly. Just as she secured the last one, a gentle knock sounded on the slightly ajar door. Marcy entered, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "You look stunning, Cassie," she said, holding a small tray with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a croissant. "Thank you, Marcy," I said, taking the tray and sitting down at my vanity. "You're a lifesaver." Lalia plopped down beside me, stealing a bite of my croissant before I could stop her. "Mmm, delicious!" she mumbled with a mouthful.