Marian Black Novels & Stories

I lifted her up on my knees, I took out my phone and called 911. Suddenly my attention was brought to other side of the room when I saw someone run out from behind the door, he was wearing all black. I set Marianna down as I ran after him. I managed to tackle him down and we began to brawl on the floor. I felt his foot hit my stomach, as I fell back he ran out the door, he managed to escape from me. I was seething with anger. He was going to die at my hands when I find out who this son of a bitch was. All I could recall of him was a familiar smell of a Versace cologne, and he was white. I ran back to Marianna; I could not handle seeing the woman I love like this. I wrapped my arms around her

I kept forgetting I had stalkers for bodyguards. There was an eery silence around when we pulled in front of the dingy building that the mafia people liked to call the Central. It wasn't like there were always people around there. The Central lacked its usual vibe today. Tanner and Aria dropped me off, and I went inside and met Lucia and Zita before making my way upstairs to Mariano's office. On my way, I picked up a black rose from the vase on the dining room table. Black roses were so fascinating, so sinister. I had come to like them immensely, seeing they were everywhere around me - on Mariano's shoulder blade, in his house, his bedroom. His mother wore a bracelet made of black stones cut

Closing her eyes, in the subconsciousness of her mind a chibi Maria stood in front of two miniature versions of herself. The one in the white dress with angel wings was Light Maria, the reasonable and positive part of her inner conscious while floating across from Light Maria, dressed in a black leotard and had devil wings, was Dark Maria, the negative and evil part of her inner conscious. "At a time like this, you must remain calm and not do anything too rash," calmly said Light Maria, only to have Dark Maria scoff at her words. "Bull crap! I say we go find that little punk of a prince and show him that we are not someone to be messed with. Revenge! Revenge!" chanted Dark Maria, wearing a p

God it’s been so long since I had been touched there. And then reality set back in as the woman’s cries got louder and my own mind begged for me to stop this mans touch. ♠️♦️♣️♥️♠️♦️♣️♥️ LUCIEN'S POV- Now the meeting was finished and over, I needed to speak with Maria. Determination to find out what was wrong with her. Something was wrong with her; I just know it. She was wearing that mask she wears to cover her true feelings and emotions. I know it well; I’ve been on the receiving end of it for a while now.

"Let her go." Ralius looked at him coldly. "Your woman is so mesmerizing to me." - The man in black said while gently stroking Marin's lips, then he placed his lips on her forehead, glancing at Ralius deliberately provocatively. Ralius's dark eyes followed his actions, blue veins bulging. Before the man in black had time to pull his hand back, Marin bit his finger until it bled before spitting it out. When he let go, she pushed him to the ground and ran to Ralius to hide behind him.

but Gabriel stopped her by placing his finger on his lips, Elsa understood while making herself more careful. Maria comes out with a glass of water with some cookies for the lady, although she smiles at Elsa, despair is eating her up from the moment Elsa enters. At first, she felt as if she had found water after a long stay in the desert, seeing Gabriel, but then seeing Elsa with Gabriel, her green thoughts dried up again. “Thank you,” smiling at the woman Elsa scanned her eyes which reminded her of Alina, unknowingly she said, “Are you a black witch?” “Good guess. Yes, I am.” Maria replied and a question was asked her too, “Do you know any Black Witches?”

She asked me but could see the disappointment in her eyes as it registered that the last of the Hunt boys had found their mate. “Athea. Athea Blackblood, for now.” I told her. “Uh, I will page the doctor. But she has a note on her record that she does not have guests.” She told me and I about her up and over the desk by her throat. “WHAT?!” I growled out and right on time Mari was coming out of the doors and walking toward Levi and Reign. Quickly, I redirected in her direction. “What’s up, Mari?” I asked her as I came up behind her.

That wasn’t something the Maria Hatzi feared across worlds would do. But then again, that Maria wouldn’t also be seen in a cell. She needed to get out of here fast. “Your hair.” The voice boomed, the darkness somehow making it sound ten times more ominous than it should have been. “It was red.” “It still is.” Then this time, unable to stop herself, she picked a lock of her hair and stared at it, terror gliding up her spine when she saw the curly black streak in her hand. Her hair was turning black!

too far from this site, on the top of the hill and take a deep breath in fresh air. After 2 minutes of it, I again move towards my mansion and start ran within 5 of minutes I reached in my mansion. A beautiful mansion which I built for myself and that place which give me peace, relief, calm and everything which I can’t able to find in this fussy1 world. The beautiful colors of this house, the beautiful garden and every flower which I plant by my hands, I remember everything that how I build this mansion. I came into my mansion and a large door open; I just press my thumb on the right-side wall of my mansion and now my magic is started, all the black colors of my mansion turned into the beau

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.