Marcia Outsiders Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?” “Oh, the guy that is with Alpha King. I heard that he’s a civilian,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Civilian?” She nodded. “Yeah. He’s an outsider. And he’s seen roaming around here in the Greenwoods. So the guards held him captive and brought him to the Alpha King,” Oh, what a shame! I'm the daughter, but I didn’t know that! “I must know his name. He looks so handsome. He has dreamy gray pair of eyes, and his forget-me-not look!”

“I hope I am getting there too.” “You will, don’t worry.” He failed to do his promised and finished the whole lot of the jar. I was partly to blame. He then jumped off the table and started going away, “I will now hide the evidence of our robbery…” “Until our next meeting, mi lady.” He shouted as he cornered the mess hall. I laughed at his queer English accent. The next morning, everything went well as the time ticked. But as Martha stepped out the area for a little while, Fatma stormed to where Magda and her poses were, and then the next thing I saw was her hand flying on Magda’s freckled face.

I had hidden it under a loose floorboard in the mansion’s laundry room, right under my mother’s nose. But Marcos, one of the kitchen boys, had been watching me. He waited until I went to sleep, and he took it all. When I woke up and saw the empty hole in the floor, I felt like someone had ripped my heart out. "Looking for this?" Marcos asked the next morning, waving my envelope of cash in the hallway. "A little bird told me you’ve been working in the city, Valeria. Maybe I should tell your mother. Maybe I should tell the Patron."

Lila. I was in the kitchen, rinsing out the coffee pot for the third time that morning, when Marta came to find me. Her shoes clicked briskly over the tile, her expression tight in a way that made my stomach clench. “Signora,” she murmured, lowering her voice, “there is…someone at the door.” I set the pot aside and wiped my damp hands on a dish towel. “Who is it?” “She wouldn’t give a name.” Marta shifted uncomfortably. “She only said she is here to see her son.”

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

"Believe me it is unintentional. I just don't think you need to be standing the whole time." "Oh no! Not an insult! It is not seemly for a woman of your status to be seen eating with someone like me," she explained, tentatively as if she was afraid of insulting me. When I finally understood exactly what she meant, I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. "That's just ridiculous! I am no better than you!" She gasped and paled. "Lady Mara!" Eric, the sadistic evil man, just sat back and chuckled, drawing my attention to him finally.

Monica said and pulled him closer to her, taking control of both Marietta’s arms. *** “What!?” “Yep,” Liam said, nodding his head with his eyes closed. “No wonder she acted that way. Gosh, if I see those two, I’d slap the sweet taste out of their mouths, those annoying little brats, and that annoying old hag.” Miranda said, cursing Silas, Lolla, and Thalia. “Poor Marietta, I hope she's okay,” Miranda said, looking at the direction Marietta ran off in. “She would be, she's strong, and Harley’s with her.”

He deserves a dignified funeral not to be dumped like a dog in the middle of nowhere. Staring outside the window I wiped my tears that quickly and carelessly escaped my eyes.I tried to hold myself together but the guilt was eating at me away. I was not the only one looking outside the window. Marcia was also looking outside the window with a bruise on her face. Part of her failed to believe that it's actually the sweet and kind Brian who did this to her. She has never see him in this way. He is the same person who stands in front of multitudes speaking against women and children abuse. He is the same person who boldly fights for the rights of women and children.

She was choosing to be with me, not Linus or any unmated male. She swung the cell door open, but I had no way to get out without Linus having the chance to grab her or close the cell. “I don’t know how to get out without him…” I said in a low voice, but even before I could complete my sentence, Marcia looked at me with a determined expression before she strode with big steps toward Linus and grabbed his face. “I’m sorry.” She said before crushing her lips into him, but her hand behind her motioned for me to get moving.

His parents were still at work until evening and Marcia was spending the entire week at a camp with some of her classmates. This meant that for day, he did not fuck. He was not focusing on the screen but was thinking about Marcia’s sweet cunt and tight ass. His huge dick was getting half hard when he heard the doorbell rang. He was not in the mood to deal with some child selling candy or salesman but he managed to get up and walked to the front door. He was ready to send away whoever was there but he was surprised to see Marcia’s mom. He had met her just a few times since she was always away when he fucked her daughter at her place. Gabriella was in her early forties and Santos had seen her