Mara Jade Books Novels & Stories

Their laughter was erotic and cruel. My husband, Ethan, groaned like he was in heaven. The same man who flinched at my touch now thrust into Mara like she was his only source of air while devouring Jade’s body like he’d waited years for her. Nathan never touched me like that. He never begged to taste me, never even looked interested. I stood frozen. Jade saw me first, her gaze locked on mine, and she grinned. “Well, shit. She’s early.” Mara turned, still moving on Ethan. “Hi, sis,” she said sweetly. “You want to join? You always said no before, I bet you regret that now.”

Jade handed her yoga bag to Maria as Denzel opened her bedroom door. “How was today's session?” Maria asked. Jade has been disturbingly silent since Carrie moved into the house days ago. She even started yoga and meditation to improve her mental health and keep her mind off Xavier's betrayal. Jade knew deep down it's either she breaks or she destroys everything around her. And if it ever comes down to a decision, she will fucking annihilate everything! Because she can't afford to break.

Wendy Another library. Another dead end. So far, anyway. "Nothing." I close the book louder than I mean to, and a woman at the next table over glares at me. I make an apologetic face and shrink into myself. "Same here." Alec pushes his book away. The local library on the third island isn't much bigger than a house, and the number of books on local lore amounts to what can hardly be called a stack. "Maybe this is pointless," I mumble. "Igor spent decades searching for the coin. What makes us think we can find it in a few days?"

Hi If anyone is waiting for updates on this book - they will happen, but I have some plans for this book, and this is the second story of the series - Rain and Ashes. I am currently working on the first story, and then I will get back to this one - in a few weeks. No, no need to read the first one to understand this one, but probably some details will make sense if read in order.

Plus, it would be more fun there to see many things. Mara got in and settled into business as she started by clearing books out of the shelf. There was so much dust in the place and creeping insects. Staying in the barn had made her fears immune to them as she stomped and squashed them all. There were so many scrolls and books, obviously, records of different sizes and shapes. To think he also had maps in his collection, some of which had been eaten in parts by rats. Mara was really occupied with her duty. Occasionally she would whistle or hum to herself while looking through each book and scroll she was busy with before arranging them. She had arranged them into different parts and had not

Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning. My name is Amara Zino, I am an orphan who lives with my only relative Madame Flavia. I lost my parents at the age of fifteen when they went on a 'parents bonding trip' and never returned alive. Their valuables were all missing same as some useful parts of their bodies their fingers and a significant bullet wound in between their heads.

I completely forgot about it since I didn’t think I would be here. “I forgot about the solstice ball. I didn’t pack a dress.” “That’s okay, that is what the shopping trip is for,” she says. “I hope you are ready to shop until you drop. This girl has been waiting for you to return to go shopping,” laughs Jade, Aspen’s cousin, as she walks in. “Hi Jade, how have you been?” “Nothing much just, you know, getting married at the end of the summer,” she squeals as she shows off her ring.

Her father was the Beta of the pack and leader of the Alpha's war troupe. Justin had come for a pack visit when he caught Mia’s eye, and she caught his as well, which led to their love story. And today, under the full moon, she would officially become his mate in the eyes of the moon goddess and the werewolf council. "Mia, it's almost time. Are you ready?" Her friend Clara asked as she opened the door to her room. Mia ran a nervous hand down the silver shimmery shift-like gown she was wearing, took a deep breath, and gave Clara a small nod.

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**

the Goddess said, “you must know this: Jade’s spell book has been switched. The one she holds is a fake. Stefan replaced it. The true book lies now in Ariel’s hands.” My breath caught. “That means Jade’s magic is compromised.” “Exactly,” the Goddess replied. “But I will not let her walk blindly.” She extended her hand again, and a new book appeared, bound in white leather, runes shimmering along its edges like stars. “Give this to her,” she said. “It contains the purest form of my power, untainted, and unstoppable.” I accepted it reverently. “She will be honored.” The Goddess smiled faintly, then turned her gaze skyward. “There is one more soul you must restore before the war begins.”