Marianne Vi Britannia Novels & Stories

And there was no reason—none—for her to keep cut hair unless it belonged to someone else. My pulse quickened as I continued searching. That was when I saw her passport. I stared at it for a long moment, my finger tightened around the edges. The name printed there wasn’t Lilian. It was Victoria. The room felt smaller. Hotter. She had lied. About something this basic. The fundamental. And then—like the final nail—I found a photograph. A family portrait. Lilian stood in the middle, her smile natural, unguarded. The people around her looked like her—same eyes, same bone structure, same familiarity that only blood could give.

I told Mariano after getting rid of my uniform apron. "Sit down here." He nodded at the seat in front of him. "Why?" He’d kill me here? "Have I told you not to question me, Bella?" "Yes." I rolled my eyes, obeying. Mariano called for Millie with a flick of his fingers. "Get Isabelle something to eat." He ordered her coldly. My eyes widened. "Mariano!" I hissed. "Be nice. She's a friend." "Not mine." Millie fixed a glare on him. Didn't she want to go to Venice anymore? She surely couldn't if she was buried six feet under.

“Your majesties,” a black-haired woman bowed to the four royalties. “Good evening Ms Knight.” Daniel gently kissed her hand. “We are very delighted with your acceptance of our offer, this is very generous of you.” “It is an honour for me, Your Majesty.” The woman is not very young, and she looks like she is almost reaching her forties. She is short, with large brown eyes and long black hair. She is thin and very pale, showing that she mustn't have been eating well lately.

“Because you're the only one in this house who has that kind of authority to call the board, besides from me. You can drop the act; it's just both of us here.” Her jaw tightened, her elegant face twisting into a sneer. “I am your father's wife, Adrian. I will not tolerate your disrespect. If you think—” “I think you’re running out of time,” I said, taking a slow step down, narrowing the distance between us until she had to look up at me. “Is that why you rejected my blind date with Scarlett Gance behind my back? Because you realized a marriage would legally seal my succession?” Marianne scoffed, trying to claw back her dignity. “She is a bastard child from a broken family! I saved you from m

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.

“Do you even know the gravity of what you’ve done? If you keep harboring me, then you won’t be safe! You don’t even know who I am!” “Then, do you know who I am? You don’t think it’s strange that we met in Ducroft and now we’re both at the border town of the Empire?” “What….do you mean?” “Marvis Jane. A personal knight of Crown Prince Reagan of the Empire. A Werewolf capable of mass destruction and the secret weapon of the crown prince. Am I right?” “How did you……?” “It’s funny that despite being the personal knight of the crown prince, you still haven’t recognized me. Well, maybe it’s because I’m supposed to be dead.”

He remains always in his room and it makes some doubt in his caretaker's mind. Miss Mary is an old lady whom Sanskar has kept in his London's farm house to help her financially. She has no one to look after so Sanskar sees her as his mother. She has been following his every actions from the day Sanskar has arrived. His chirpiness and youthfulness is absent instead pain and guilt is present on his face. He keeps him in door always. It increases her doubt so one day she asks him the reason. Sanskar couldn't control it more so he tells her everything. Listening him, the old lady gasps in horror and rebukes him a lot for leaving a helpless girl alone that day. She makes him realised that it's ab

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

The man’s squint eyes flicked left and right like he was trying to sniff out a lie. Linda dropped her voice an octave, leaned in close enough to invade his personal space, and murmured, “I am here to see Marianne. It’s important.” His mouth twitched, either from nerves or because his brain was struggling to keep up. “Marianne’s is not here. She is giving a talk in… uh…Zurich .” Linda tilted her head, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Sure, pal. And I’m the Queen of Sheba. Let me in.”

They have color coding for Valentine’s day. I have to keep up with the program. “ Madelaine? Let’s eat” I called her when I entered her room. I saw her looking at a photo. “Ah, that’s my grandfather” I said. I don’t know where she found that photo, it’s just in my wallet. “Wait, are you okay?” I asked in shock to see Her crying. “I miss him” she said. I was suddenly surprised at what she said. “Who?” Obviously her family Mary, who else?