Marcy Kappel Novels & Stories

Smith today, my shrink, so I mailed her secretary to confirm. Subject - Confirmation of my appointment. Liz, I have an appointment with Dr.Smith at half past noon today. I hope there's no rescheduling. Thanks. Isabelle Forte. The reply was instanteous. Subject - No changes and a request. Isabelle, There are no changes whatsoever. However, Dr.Smith wants you to bring your new boyfriend, if possible. Liz. Secretary to Dr. Alpha Smith She wanted me to bring Mariano? There goes. In case you're wondering, Alpha Smith was a woman with blonde hair that were always tied into a messy bun, and a great mismatch of name and personality.

She always listened to his sage advice, which were all insightful and sensical. "And you, darling, have already conquered the worst - and its high time that you go through, um, not just the better..." he slithered his arm around the back of K's shoulders and turned so that both of them were facing the prairie. The guests on either side of the aisle were already standing up, as the string quartet played Air from Orchestral Suite No.3 in D major by Bach.

Since she was a child, Tatiana Kintyre Wilbur Thyagaraja was born to be defective with all the traits of a she-wolf. She was born weak to slay, fragile for all the quirks that had to give rise to fulfillment, and a wimp to even hoist up a sword. But she's the claimed lineage of Thyagaraja's direct disciples through various ancestors, the reason she was scurried to be the Alpha's mate. Yet, after knowing how feeble she is, the Alpha ordered a decree for all the gratis she-wolf to battle and win the chance to be his other half.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Kimberly opened the door with a smile, walking into the office and found Damien sitting right on the floor staring out at the world celebrating Christmas. "Merry Christmas and Happy birthday, Sir Damien." Kimberly announced her presence and he turned slowly. He widened his eyes and got up quickly. "Kimberly?" He said, not expecting her to be here. "What's that voice I'm hearing, Damien?" A lady came out dressed in a short skirt and a V-neckline top. The lady raised her head and it was Clara. TBC......Next episode maybe tomorrow or Thursday. Goodnight.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

“What?” “The mate bond is back, son,” my father said, and Makena and I looked at each other in disbelief. Marcus spoke next. He said we had done it; we had broken the curse. However, we didn’t understand how and couldn't dwell on it, as we were already late for my official appointment as the Capo. But just as we all got up to head to where the seating would take place, the lights in the room went out, and loud gasps echoed through the room before everything fell silent.

He was preparing her in case I failed. My fingers brushed over the rough stone of her grave, the name Marissa De Luca etched into it as if that was all she’d ever been. But to me, she was so much more. My mother. My ghost. My reason. “You are the one reason that I'm standing. You know, sometimes I find it harder to breathe without knowing that this is the one thing that I'm going to do. That you are the one person that I'm willing to stand for.”

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.