Mara Jade Mods Novels & Stories

Elara whispered, “Julian had people.” Halden’s jaw flexed. “Or someone picked up his playbook.” The unit’s speaker crackled. “Mara Kells is a valuable component.” Mara flinched violently, hands curling despite the zip ties. “See?” she sobbed. “See—” Elara grabbed Mara’s face gently, forcing eye contact. “Mara. Listen to me. That patch—if I remove it—will it hurt you?” Mara swallowed, eyes glossy. “I don’t know. But please. I can’t—”

Azrael called a messenger in and asked her to tell the other seraphims to meet him in his office as soon as they can so that they can discuss an important thing about the Mystic Ring. "You may leave now, Lara, Damien. Shane must stay to tell us more about the land." "WHAT ARE you wearing, young lady?" Pride asked when he saw Mara wearing a black dress that is almost similar to the grim reaper's uniform. Mara gave him a quick glance and then went back to fixing her hair and crown. "A dress," She replied as if Pride was stupid enough to not see what she was wearing. "Of course, it is. How could I be so blind?" Pride retorted in sarcasm

She filled her lungs with air to retaliate but Mj moved so fast not even Moxie saw her. As Mj grabbed Mara and took off with the flailing she-wolf, Moxie and Jay shot each other the same look, “oh shit” they almost sang in unison as they tore out of the building trying to follow their very unpredictable little sister. Mj used every ounce of Theron he would give her and with very little effort, she drug Mara through the pack-house, out into the back and through the half empty training yard until they came to the sparring circles. Mj tossed Mara like a wet washcloth into a circle before she began to stretch her shoulders and loosen the muscles in her neck. Mara gasped for air and stood on tr

Placing her two arms on her face, trying to display the character of a shy person, as she spoke again. "You have sworn never to stop being naughty Right?" "Hehehe, sweetheart, you should know me for that. I'm a naughty girl you know?" "Haha. I know." Actually, Mara had a very big breast and as for her boot, her boot was big as well. It suits her body and she was such a beautiful girl that no man would want to reject when she came offering herself to them. What will Evidence do if he really sees this? I'm sure he would be lost in thought as usual but maybe this time…

Mara appeared at the lodge doorway behind us, took one look at the clearing, and said, “Absolutely not.” No one moved. She came down the steps with the calm fury of a woman who had spent years being ignored by injured men and had learned to compensate with menace. “Gideon,” she said. “Lovely to see you haunting us again. Your son has silver in his bloodstream, so if this is going to become an emotionally constipated dominance contest, postpone it.” Gideon looked at her. “Mara.” “Former Alpha,” she returned sweetly.

She reached out and grabbed a handful of Mara’s hair, yanking her head back to expose the column of her throat further. "Take it all, Mara," Jade hissed, leaning down to bite hard on Mara’s collarbone, leaving a red imprint of her teeth. "He’s wrecking that tight little cunt just as you like it." Marcus lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, allowing him to hit her insides deeply.

I said. Mara came forward then, pressing something into my hand. A small glass vial on a thin cord, warm from being held. Inside it a clear liquid caught the light in a way that seemed to produce more brightness than the source warranted. “Your mother’s recipe,” Mara said quietly. “The one she used for emergencies. It amplifies the healing side of your gift for about ten minutes. Enough to pull someone back from a very bad place if you need to.” She closed my fingers around it. “Don’t waste it on someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

“I don’t think so, Luna Astrid. I only came to bring you your meal. I haven’t seen the Alpha today, I’m afraid.” My gaze shifted from her face to the tray she had set down. It was laden with a simple meal; some bread, cheese, and fruit. I had no appetite, and the sight of the food only added to my distress. “I’m not interested in eating right now,” I said, my tone flat. “I don’t have any appetite for this.” Mariam’s eyes softened with concern. “But the doctor recommended you eat something. It’s important for your health.” Before she could say more, a loud commotion erupted outside the window.

“I’ll wait for you to heal Able, then take you back to the packhouse before heading out.” “I would rather stay here if that’s alright.” I uttered and watched as the beta seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. “Jay.” He called and a partially dressed fighter stepped over from the waiting area. “Amara this is Jay, one of the packs senior warriors.” He introduced and I considered that senior must be a skill rank or something because it certainly wasn’t a reflection of the man’s age, he could barely be thirty. “Jay, this is Amara, the Alphas mate.” Greyson continued but I watched as Jay’s eyes widened in surprise.

Mara had made the appropriate sympathetic noises while her roommate cried, brought her ice cream, talked shit about him the way best friends were supposed to. And then locked herself in her room and fucked herself with her fingers, imagining it was Jude's hands on her instead. She was twenty-two now, graduated from USC with a biology degree and a job offer she hadn't accepted yet. Cassie was spending the weekend at her boyfriend's place....the new guy, the "emotionally available" one....and Mara had the apartment to herself. Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan