Marauders Film Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mara’s bottom collided with the hard wood, and she looked up, ready to glare at whoever was manhandling her, but her eyes widened in shock instead. Standing in front of her, seeming to tower larger than her father, were three men with menacing grins on their faces. Mara tried to scramble back, ready to flee from them, but a hand clamped down on her ankle and easily pulled her back. “Let go of me!” Mara began to kick and struggle, but it was no use. The big brute had a firm grip on her and didn’t seem to feel her weight. “Let go!” Mara continued to shout. She only heard laughter in reply. Clearly, these monstrous men found her amusing. “Where are my parents?” she demanded. “Who are you?”

And it's comical how my darling husband is nowhere to be found after the scene he just pulled. World's No. 1 Asshole. Marco pulls out a flask from his jacket and takes a swig, he eyes me, probably waiting for me to ask. "Fuck it," I mumble and grab it from his hand. I down most of it before he stops me. "Whoa, whoa, easy there girl." he laughs a throaty laugh, an attractive one I must admit. "It's been a couple of rough weeks." I roll my eyes at the thought of it.

Aaron asked. "We conquer another territory." Miram suggested. "And what territory do you propose we attack?" "The shadow pack." Miram replied. Mia's eyes grew wide and she mistakenly dropped the cup she had in her hand. All eyes landed on her. "Must you attack another pack and invade their territory?" She asked with a shaky voice. "And who told you that you could butt into matters concerning this pack?" Miram asked rudely. "I mean, there can be another way. You don't have to spill blood to get the materials that you require." Mia continued, now feeling determined to pass her points through to Aaron who just started emotionlessly at her.

The Hunters mostly raid at night as they bekived the wolves were always out during the night. Mara and her mother were all alone as they have no pack of theirs and that made them at a disadvantage. Her mother had always tried to avoid the night as she knew about the Hunters. They were the waves killer. But one night, a few of them raided their apartment and they were forced to move out. They were eventually caught when trying to escape from the place. They were brought to the tall building that was close to the forest. They were kept in a room but we're surprised when they saw a few other wolves that were also kept there. They seemed to have been there before them. A barrier was placed on th

DAYA POV We raced to the border and sure enough, a group of eight wolves was waiting for us. I was met with two familiar faces. Mara. She is looking smug and portrays the illusion that she is in charge. And Leslie. Poor Leslie looked scared, and her face was covered in dirt, with two streaks down her cheeks from crying. They hadn’t dressed her. She stood naked- her body bruised and shaking. Mara held Leslie by the back of her head, and Leslie’s eyes were wincing from the pain of her hair being pulled from her scalp.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Ariel pick something glittery from my dresser and everything suddenly adds up. "Wait a minute!!!! You were invited to the mafia ball?!!!" Ariel went into a frenzy as she read the details aloud. "You have zero idea how lucky you are, sis" I snatch the invite also out of her hands and drag her to sit. "Stop it already, I'm not even going" "What?! Are you kidding me!!??" Ariel's eyes bulge out of their sockets in shock. "I don't belong there" "Whatever that means. You're wife to the top mafia lord, ofcourse you belong there."

Gabe added. “But they lost a lot of their men, even their maids and bodyguards.” Estevan mentioned. “They were able to stab you behind before, Amara. They can attack from behind again,” Larisa uttered and chuckled. Well, they all have a point. “We're in the middle of the war,” Amara mentioned. “It's either I die, or they do.” Rio was beside Cassandra. She passed out after seeing their viral videos everywhere on social media. Rio was staring into nothing and didn't know how to even resolve their piling problems. Amara was too determined and desperate to ruin them until they begged her to just end their life.

My attention drifted to Eldric’s clenched fists as he stopped beside me and opened our mindlink to seethe rage, “Fifteen years. Fifteen years of wandering restlessly and searching in vain. Fifteen fucking years of dead ends only to find out that the enemies were much closer than we anticipated.” A minute later, a group of werewolves approached from the main hall. My blood simmered the instant my eyes landed on a tall man with silver-streaked hair and calm blue eyes, leading the pack. Alpha Mark. The leader of the Crescent Pack. The man who had sheltered Tyler and Zelda. Halting before us, Mark acknowledged us with a polite nod, “Alpha Maddox,” his gaze shifted slightly, “Eldric Fenrow.” None

Especially Daryl. “Macy, you guys go in while Gerald and I clean this mess.” My wife nodded before pulling the ladies with her, yet Mara stood still in her tracks, her eyes focused on the direction where the Wolves ran towards. Her eyes were glossy with tears, her breath high with each intake of air. “Follow your Mother, Mara.” My voice resounds again. She glances in my direction this time her tears trickle down her eyes, and then she runs off into the mansion. Macy follows suit along with Elaine, both women pursue her calling out her name.

The door closed with a sharp thud, and the vehicle sped off toward the docks. Inside a warehouse near the water, the soldati paused their count of the drug stash to glance indifferently as Lilian lay curled up on the floor. Her clothes were drenched with seawater, and her body shivered violently. Someone crouched and patted her cheek. "You dirty traitor. You're about to find out what happens to rats who mess with the boss." Her eyes flashed with fear. Then, she was grabbed by the hair and hauled toward an old yacht.