Marianne Vi Britannia Novels & Stories

“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.

Marianne nodded and apologized, “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about the rules.” “No, I read that in the document I was given. I should have carried it with me.” “Okay, I’ll be quick,” Marianne said and went inside the library. As Julianne waited for Marianne to be done, she could not help but think about the bite marks she saw on her neck earlier. She wondered how many more people must have fallen victim and how many have been compelled. The library woman was back to reading her novel and Julianne could hear her giggle at something that must have been funny. Marianne came back shortly but without the book she wanted to borrow. She walked to the desk of the woman and pretended to cough agai

Was he the reason the great evil would still torment her family generations later; she wondered to herself as she gathered pieces of wood to start a fire. Months pass and Marie settles into Mayfair Isles. Men of the village help her build a home to fit her and her baby’s needs. More space and crib next to her bed. She is thankful for Elias and his generosity towards her and the people that came to this Isle. Marie now too holds Elias Mayfair with high regard. A total of seven months pass leading to the birth of Her daughter Tabitha Edwina Whitlock born in her new home with the help of an herbalist named Beatrice. Beatrice is an older woman with a healing Aura greens and golds swirl around he

“Isn't that right... Charlotte?” From behind the closed door, Charlotte van Houten stepped out gracefully. Her white Chanel suit contrasted perfectly with her platinum blonde hair. “Well done, Victoria,” she smiled. “You're just as sharp as your mother.” “Where is she?” “Maria?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Oh darling, you still don't get it either?” “What?” “Maria Maharani died 25 years ago. Truly dead.” Charlotte stepped closer. “That email? A little game to lure you here.”

“Where Erin? Is she not home?” Eveline sniffed. “She went out with her friends. Why don’t you go up and refresh yourself? Your room is the second one to the right.” Marianne flickered the switch, and the room glowed up, her eyes recklessly scanned the room, looking at things here and there, even though the place was completely different it still held a little familiarity, her things were properly arranged and she felt like tearing up, how long has it been? She traced her fingers over the dressing table; her feather like touch came in contact with the stuff, how she has missed this place like hell, while being trapped in hell itself.

“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.”

“Really? Well thank you. What made you think I’d be not so nice?” “Well, His Majesty is usually romantically involved with women who are not interested in the staff. They only give orders, never compliments. I made an incorrect assumption. My apologies.” My heart sank at hearing about Trick with other women and I inadvertently frowned. “Oh no, now I’ve offended you. I’m so very sorry Milady. Please feel free to dismiss me. I deserve no less.” “No, no Lia, you didn’t offend me. I just had a thought and unfortunately I can’t always control what my face does. I’m not offended, really; I promise.” I smiled to reassure her.