Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

“Just to welcome you to the family, darling. Poor innocent thing. You have no idea what you’ve married into. Marcus is a cold, controlling bastard in the best of times. Did he tell you how he used to fuck me for hours in his office? How he likes to tie women up and make them beg for release? How he gets off on total control? You seem far too soft and sweet for his particular… appetites. He’ll get bored of you soon enough. He always does with girls like you.” Every word was a carefully aimed dagger. Isabella painted vivid pictures of Marcus’s past — his dark desires, his emotional detachment, his tendency to discard lovers once the novelty wore off.

I snapped. “He is…” Elara went silent as I shot her a hard and fiery gaze. Everyone readjusted to their seats, and the maids brought our meals to the table wearing formidable smiles. I had only placed a warning and tampered with two women that had manipulative techniques. Surviving this would mean I have to do things that I might regret. All because my heart wants one man. “Sire, Beta Marcus has been retrieved from his house with multiple cuts and a knife in his chest. He seems to have been attacked by an unknown enemy.”

“Like I’m choosing for myself. Not just taking what’s given.” After the mall, they hit a cozy independent bookstore tucked between a coffee shop and a laundromat. The bell above the door jingled as they entered, and the scent of old paper and fresh ink wrapped around them. Ella gravitated immediately to the fiction section—mysteries with intricate plots and fantasies filled with magic and second chances. “Maybe reading will jog something,” she said hopefully, stacking three books in Marcus’s arms. One was about a woman rediscovering her past through dreams; another followed unlikely heroes on a road trip. Marcus added a sturdy notebook with thick, unlined pages. “For when the pieces come bac

she astonishingly asked but Zena was trying so hard to cover up her worry as she mutedly swings her head indicating no, nothing is wrong but Maria was persuasive enough for Zena to speak up, Just in the attempt to speak up, Zena almost loses her cool into crying and Maria consoles her passionately while observing if anyone is watching. She looked around, and notice the streets were quiet, and probably Mr.Angus and his wife might be at the square watching how they flame the man, the hunters had apprehended, so she politely assisted Zena to walk home. Shortly after they entered Zena's room, Zena was sitting on her bed and her face turned to the side of her window, Maria was holding a note she

"If Marcus has that notebook now..." He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to. Because they both knew. Anyone who possessed that notebook... Would never let Tayla live long enough to read it. Across the city... Inside a luxurious penthouse... Marcus Bell poured himself a glass of whiskey. A man entered carrying the missing notebook. Marcus smiled for the first time that day. "You found it." The man nodded. Marcus slowly opened the first page. Then... His smile disappeared. Several pages had already been torn out.

Or a good thing about Cassandra. /I’m telling you now he was a fucking pervert/ Marcus insisted, adjusting his weight from side to side in frustration. So my Beta’s are as split as myself. /We’re leaving./ /She won’t stay quiet now she's free you know/ Marcus warned. /Neither will you it seems, it’s an order/ I snapped back before Elle gripped my hand tightly and pressed her lips to my knuckles. “Thank you. Thank you for being here.” Shit.

"He lied about Anya, made her out to be an adulterous gold-digger who abandoned their marriage for money. He's destroying her reputation while she's barely able to get out of bed because of what he did to her. So I'm going to give him a choice—he can tell the truth, or I can tell it for him. And trust me, if I have to be the one to tell it, he's not going to like how that story ends." "Understood," Marcus said, and I could hear the slight edge of approval in his tone. Marcus had daughters. He didn't have much sympathy for men who abused women. "I'll get started immediately. I'll pull in the rest of the team, divide up the work, and get you that file as soon as humanly possible." "Thank you,

"What do you mean?" "We keep asking what Orathyn became." She looked around the house, her eyes settling on the family sketches along the wall. "Maybe we should be asking who they really were, before anyone rewrote their story." Lucien smiled. "I think Elias would agree with you." "Who's Elias?" Rosalie asked. "The man who wrote the journal." He closed the cover gently. "He wasn't writing like a historian." "What was he writing like, then?" "Like someone who hoped another family would one day find his."

Author Pov The living room of the Calloway mansion was heavy with tension, the kind that clung to the air like smoke from a dying fire. Linda Calloway paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her silk robe swishing with every sharp turn. Her face was pale, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fury. Cara sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her legs bouncing nervously, fingers twisting the hem of her designer blouse. The news had hit them like a thunderbolt. Marcus had been arrested, locked away for crimes he hadn't committed. It all meant that the company, their entire world of luxury, power, and status was at risk of crumbling.

I was already too enthusiastic about making them the new ingredients of my topic book. "Grisella, can I ask you something?" Maria said she changed her position to sit "You're very enthusiastic about writing novels about them, it's because you have ambitions for yourself, right? You want to be famous again and make Delon, who is already engaged to your enemy, regret it? You want to make them jealous of you. Maria raised an eyebrow.