Marie Brennan Novels & Stories

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Not knowing what to do, I took a seat at a secluded spot siping on the non-alcoholic wine in my hand. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson."

Bella’s POV Tonight is the night. I don't know how I ended up in a year-long abusive relationship, but it's becoming more and more difficult to work with all these bruises. If I wasn't working, we would both be broke because Mark doesn't lift a finger. His parents pay the rent for us, which is the only reason I have a roof over my head, but he bullies me for all the money I make so that he can buy more alcohol and drugs, and take out his intoxication on me.

Mara raised an eyebrow and looked out the window. "What do you want from me?" Mara was very fierce and she just wanted this Keren lady to go straight to the point. "I like your attitude and like you, I also love to hit the nail on the head. Here is the thing" Keren was beginning to make sense to Mara finally. "I'm listening" Mara finally looked at her. "I deal with other things, smuggling them in and out of the country and I would need your help to do that" Keren was blunt.

His eyes blazed with amusement. "No offense, sir. A gallant man will not threaten and force a girl to marry. I'm married to a man against my wish and standing in his house begging you to help me let go. Does that anything close to love or sweet to you? Sue me, but I don't trust or like your grandson." "Did you sign a prenup?" asked the woman in red lipstick. Sorry, Mellisa. Anita frowned, "I'm sorry, what nup?" Anita asked, confused. Mellisa opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes shifted to something behind her; something flickered across her eyes—fear.

Whereas I always loved the system of high school. Aiden and I were never close. He was a closed-off child. But I and Amar were close after our mother's death. Amar was devastated but Gisele and his daughter helped him through and he also knew he had to be strong for us. Crystal slept in my lap so I offered to carry her to her room and Brenna left now that I was home. She was 2 and heavy for a child her age but we loved her so much. We all spoiled her rotten. And even Aiden loved her.

wait Jack goes straight to his wardrobe and brings out a nice gown, it is color pink, it's one of Beatrice's cloth, and he hands it over to Briana "Marie take her to the guest room, clean up yourself and wear this new dress, don't worry is not Beatrice, I just bought it a long time ago just in case of any emergency " "Alright sir, thanks " Both Marie and Briana walk out of the room and went downstairs, immediately they reach the parlor, her eyes come in contact with Jack's Dad, and she feels a bit awkward

Isabel was sitting on the bottom step of the staircase staring at her mate who was on the couch in the living room staring at the TV with a blank expression on his face. She sat there deep in contemplation. How does she approach her mate after treating him so badly? She was filled with guilt and remorse for almost killing her mate. Unlike her wolf, her beast wasn’t easy to tame, that was why she had no control of her actions in the last couple of hours. It shows up whenever she is in a very difficult situation or when her anger is at its peak. Ever since Isabel found her mate, she has made a concerted effort to conceal her beast, by frequently suppressing her anger because she feared that he

But now. I don't need to hear anything more about wedding dresses.... .... Or flower arrangements.... .... Or cakes.... Even Beth, who is interested in such things, glazes over as Marie babbles on, showing no sign of moving along. Perhaps, in the absence of charm, intelligence or any vestige of wit, Marie operates the 'limpet technique' to get her man. Enough! Another gulp of brandy, to stiffen my resolve.... I stand. "Marie, would you like to step outside? Take a breath of air? It's a bit stuffy in here."

I’m wearing white pants, and a black shirt with my sleeves rolled up, my right hand sitting in my pocket as I smoke a cigarette with the other. Everyone annoys me. “Marie,” Carlos says. “Age?” I ask. “Do I need to ask every little fucking thing separately?” “I don’t know her age…” Carlos admits sheepishly. “Marie Yaris Perez, twenty-two years old, dark hair, medium brown eyes, 171cm tall, IT expert in her pack, Level 1 warrior and she’s completed a degree in geography and physics,” Jose says without looking at me. I clench my jaw, as Carlos lowers his and I glare out at the gates, The heat waves rippling in the air.