Marcia Outsiders Novels & Stories

Marcia shouted past her, "Fidel, you fucking bastard! Get out here! Brave enough to looking for a prostitute, but too cowardly to face your girlfriend?" The woman's expression soured, offended at being called a prostitute. "What the hell is your problem?" Marcia sneered, "None of your business! Fidel, get out here!" The woman, her eyes now reddened with anger, stormed back into the room, pressing a series of numbers on the wall. "Just wait—you're about to have a very rough time." Marcia continued, "Fidel, get out here! Claire's pregnant! Are you really going to abandon her?"

Rex said as Marcia stood with her back straight, turned her head away from him and vomited. Taking in a deep breath and centring herself, Marcia looked back to where Rex was, “Of course you can see this far without help oh great one,” she teased, “I have no idea why those men are sprinting this way, but they look in severe pain, and redder than they should be?”

Marcie stretched her hands and yawned, even though she hadn't gotten a tiny bit of sleep. She marched towards the tents and opened the bigger one centred in the middle and entered. I could hear words being exchanged from where I stood. A few minutes later, she exited the tent with another woman behind her. The woman was tall, way taller than Marcie, making her look like a dwarf beside her. She had scars all over her hands and legs and wore clothing that only covered her breast and the upper parts of her thigh, leaving her very flat stomach in full display. She was beautiful with her chestnut hair, her sharp jaw and her bright blue eyes that looked like the ocean. She walked confidently and h

He wanted to disappear, sink into the stone steps beneath his feet, anything but this. Marcia flicked her hair back, her voice taking on a final, cold edge. “Cause one more ounce of trouble in this family, Bryce, and I’ll handle you my own way.” She didn’t wait for his answer. With a sharp turn, she swept away, her three friends following, their laughter light and cruel as glass.

Declan shrugged "Mariana," Gio said. "Mariana?" The name slipped from my lips, and I couldn't recall. "Do you know her Gio?" "Yeah, how could I forget. She was the bitch who tried to escape at the warehouse" Gio responded, his tone less than welcoming. He didn't seem to like her. But that wasn't new. Gio didn't like anyone. "Ohhhh" I say suddenly remembering her."Why her?" I asked, perplexed by what those grimly and sleazy old men found in her.

Lydia watches the young princess who only puts interest in observing her surroundings with her beautiful yet lifeless eyes. "Call me by my name, we are here to hide. Here I am not a princess, I am nothing but a refugee." After those few words, Morrigan put her hood up and walked past her. Walking along with the crowd of people in the busy streets. Lydia watches her from a safe distance. Ever since Morrigan woke up from her nightmare she didn't dare close her eyes even a blink, she stares at the horizon aimlessly lost in her thoughts, and even with Lydia's persuasion for her to open about what she truly feels, Morrigan refuses to say a single word. And by the time they stepped into a foreign

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

Chapter 41..... Lorenzo was able to track Olivia's location, my head kept whirling, I can't think candidly right now, I won't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to Olivia and our unborn child. The fact that she was kidnapped under my nose, in my house, keeps making me curious and realize that there is someone who is working with Xander. After what seems like a 2-hour 30-minute drive the car stop in front of a big old abandoned building as I, Mark, Rachel, and, Lorenzo step out of the car.

The redhead wasn’t looking at him but was leering at Samaire. “Who was that vision, my friend?” “Samaire.” His voice sounded rough even for him. “Sam…aire?” Marshall frowned, obviously trying to put the name with the person. “Samaire Grainger? Are you sure, bro? She looks different…” “Not really…” Dominic wanted to direct Marshall’s attention elsewhere. He was often protective of Samaire, but this didn’t feel protective as much as it felt territorial. “Are you two hooking up?” Marshall asked.

she uttered softly, turning and leaving without another backward glance. A week later, the police found Vivian in a remote town in a neighboring state, attempting to flee the country with a fake ID. When she was arrested, she was still wearing the gold bracelet and gold necklace she'd swiped from Mom. The trial would still take some time, but she was heavily suspected of contract fraud and would therefore be facing severe legal consequences. I later heard that Dad's condition worsened, and Mom spent her days wallowing in tears. However, she didn't dare to call me up and lament her fate again.