Marge In Chains 소설 & 이야기

Chapter nine Laura pov “I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll hear you screaming my name, Jett.” His thumb dragged across my lower lip, slow and rough. His wet mouth brushed my ear, my voice low and shaking. “I’m begging you… please.” He pulled back, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His eyes were black with fury and something even worse need. For a second, I thought he might lose it completely. Then, like a switch flipped, he reached up and unlocked the chains around my wrists.

My face burned, and I could feel my heart rate increase. Marge, noticing the change in my expression, didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, honey, don’t you worry about it. None of these hard-looking men would be here if their mama didn’t bleed monthly, you know.” His brows twitched in amusement, but he didn’t say anything. “Yeah, sure,” I managed, feeling like I’d shrunk a few sizes. “I’ll... ask him.” Marge, satisfied with the discomfort she’d caused, patted me on the shoulder as she headed back to the back office.

They made me do this. "Do you like someone?" Mrs. Wang asked me. I shook my head in answer. It’s true. I don’t like someone but I am interested in someone and I think I will use that to cause a scene just to escape this damn unpleasant dinner.

Scarlett POV Maybe it was a side effect of my heartache, but in the days that followed, I felt utterly exhausted, too tired to eat, and found myself throwing up again and again. Lucien, his face full of concern, begged me to go to the hospital. But I refused. A trip to the emergency room would immediately expose the pup's existence, and I couldn't let that happen. "It's probably just the shock from the champagne tower," I offered as an excuse. "It really scared me. All I see when I close my eyes are glass shards."

’ Jasmine thought to herself. In meantime Margaret was carrying dirty leftover food bowl and walking in direction of an abandon underground chamber that was guarded by four heavily armed guards, those guards seemed to know Margaret because they quickly opened door of chamber as soon as they saw her walking towards them and allowed her walk down on spiral stone stairs that leading all the way down in dark pit which was dimly lilted with only oil lamp at quite a few distance, Margaret carefully yet knowingly waked down till underground surface and headed in some unknown direction, after walking for quite few minute she at last halted in front of a dark prison where only source of light was com

Marge was worried that her daughter's marriage prospects were delayed considerably. She was overjoyed when she heard from her husband that Ambrose had bought an apartment just above them. With Ambrose living so near, it was a golden opportunity! Marge thought that it was fate. Ambrose, a cripple, was a perfect match for her daughter with intellectual disability! Marge had been observing him secretly. She waited for Ambrose to move in so that she could approach him. However, she ran into Ambrose unexpectedly, who was accompanied by his fiancée!

I did not choose oily foods like hotdogs, hams and bacons because they're bad for my condition. I cooked eggs, hard-boiled and fried and then prepared the cooker for the rice. Maya-maya ay narinig ko ang pagdating ni Thorn. I immediately turned around only see the breathtaking view of his upper body. Napalunok ako habang sinusundan ng tingin ang kanyang katawan.

I spent the whole evening with Lisa, watching movies while eating Martha's deliciously baked cookies. After a while, Lisa had to go to "work." So, I talked to Martha for some time about having my stuff moved here. She informed me that I'd get them by tomorrow morning. I couldn't ask her about Aiden's parents as she seemed busy and was in a hurry to call her daughter who worked in California.

, she adds, pointing towards the dishes. Knowing that deviating from the assigned tasks can bring about trouble, I hesitate and glance back, only to find the stern gaze of the supervising Gamma on us; whose attention it seems we had caught. Already, I can see his face turning into a scowl. Marge doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong as she continues, “its these old knees of mine you know”, she adds and she thumps her lap with a fist, “they’re not what they used to be”, she sighs.