Marianne On You Novels & Stories

"I won't. I won't let you marry someone else. You're mine, Elena. You've always been mine." He lunged forward, reaching for my hand. I stepped back and swung my arm. A sharp slap landed across his cheek. Brian's head snapped to the side, a red welt blooming instantly across his skin. He stood frozen, one hand raised to his face, staring at me with something between shock and devastation. "You lost the right to call me yours," I said, my voice cold, each syllable dropping like a blade. "Stay away from me. We're done." Brian pressed his palm to his cheek, slowly turning back to face me. His expression was twisted with pain.

She mumbled with a bright smile. Soon Isabella returned, “Please don’t yell me that you forgot about your blind date?” Bella asked and walked over closing the files that were in front of her. “Can’t I just miss it?” Julia mumbled already regretting why she accepted to go on that blind date in the first place. “No, You cannot.” “Fine. But don’t expect anything from me.” She closed her computer and picked up her suit jacket. “Don’t you think you should wear something feminine?” Bella suggested as Julia glanced at her coldly.

Instead, I put on a decent outfit that still wouldn't get in the way of my sensual allure. While I was working, because of the cheers and favors from the men, I managed to get satisfactory results and a decent income. Sometimes, a man would flirt with me onstage, but I endured it for the money. The incidents would always be resolved before they got any worse. For some reason, I would occasionally recall that night with Zack. I was probably too lonely there, but still, I never tried looking for him. Two months had passed by the time I encountered Zack again. I was wearing an exotic red dress from Westernia which highlighted my slender waist. My makeup was dazzling and gorgeous as well. I was

I skim my hands gently over her exposed skin and her lace underwear. “Did you buy this for me?” “Yes, sir. Do you like it?” I pick up the thin line that keeps her string together and pull it out from her body, causing it to press into her wet folds. She whimpers and tries to follow the pull by rising on her toes. I let go and it snaps back with a loud smack. Marissa lets out a small shout of pain.

Why was his face appearing on her mind every other time? "Let's sing, girl." Terry said, rising from her seat and heading to the music system to turn on the microphone. She then brought the mic to Marina. "Which song are we singing?" Terry asked. "Let me select." said Marina, taking the remote and choosing a song from the CD player and selecting the song I'll be seaside by Diana warren. The sweet enchanting voice rang in the air. "yay! I love this song." said Terry, already sitting up and starting swaying her hips and singing.

Marius turned toward me and, to my surprise, ordered: "Leave, Jane." His gaze remained cold and distant. I crossed my arms and shot back: "No, I'm not going anywhere. What's going on here?" "You heard him, female. Leave. He doesn't want you here. Go back to your mate," Kilian retorted, and I shot him a hateful glare. "Don't talk to me. I'm talking to Marius." I turned my gaze back to the male, and Marius let out a frustrated breath and moved toward me.

She yanked down her dress, picked up her phone, and turned to him, her voice shaking. “Fuck you, Sandro.” “Cute,” he muttered as she stormed out. ~~~NEXT DAY~~~ Marianna stepped out of the mansion, dressed in her usual oversized trousers and hoodie. Her eyes met Marco’s as he stood by the car, flanked by two stoic guards. She frowned. “What the hell is this?” Before Marco could answer, Brittany came rushing toward her, nearly tripping over her heels. “Ma’am—” “Just call me Anna,” she cut in, brushing a hand through her loose hair.

"Will you marry me?" ……. THE END

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

"As beautiful as always." She leaned in, brushing her lips against his, a smile playing on her face. "Thanks, my love," she whispered. Juan gestured for attention with a clap of his palms. "I expect everyone is here?" Rosario glanced around, noting, "Marissa isn't here." "I am here, Mother." The soft melody in the background subtly changed. All eyes turned upstairs as Marissa descended the central path, her expression composed, with minimal makeup enhancing her features. She wore a long-sleeve red shirt paired with a skirt boasting a high slit.