Marianne Vi Britannia Novels & Stories

and she walked out of the dining room. The Next Morning, at dawn… Amaria stared at her reflection in the mirror as she wore the necklace The Queen gave to her; she felt a slight sting on her neck, she massaged her neck, shrugged, and walked out of her room.

Upon seeing him, my facades came back as I walked down with my usual cold look. "Marianne is not here, Mr Knight. She left for California a few days ago." He turned to me and smiled. "Good Afternoon. I know she went. Actually, I am here to meet you. " He said. I raised my eyebrow at him and stopped in front of him. "By the way, who's she?" He asked, referring to Jane. "She was my twin sister, Jane Morris." "Marianne never talked about her. And what do you mean by 'Was'?"

Waking up I looked around, I saw two men , one behind me and the other behind my mother, they looked so deadly and ready to kill, I looked at my mother , she was half asleep on the chair she was tied to , she looked so pail , I felt my tears roll out . The door opened , there he was , the demon , SANTIAGO. "The main guest finally arrived , how're are you Isabella, you see when I asked my boys not to get you from your apartment forcefully, they thought I didn't know what I was doing, I told them I loved my women obedient and willing , hahahaha" his dreadful laughter resounded in the room "You don't need to keep her here , I'm here already" " She is the only tool to compel your obedience Milad

A career was the last thing she needed. As she rounded the crest of the driveway, Marianne glanced at the long rows of windows catching flickers of the reflected sun. Belle Vue lay before her in all its glory. A movement distracted her, and she caught sight of a figure heading toward the chapel. The Bradigan woman. She’d taken off the extravagant hat she’d worn at the funeral. Even if it was her from all those years ago, there was nothing for her to worry about. The batty crone looked like she’d be keeping Claire company soon. For now, all she had was the empty church. What a boring way to spend an afternoon. She supposed when you got to that age, past sex, past having fun, then the hand of