Marie Force Fatal Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

I clenched my hands when he played the video and I quickly saw Marie, tied on the chair. “Just kill me! Don't hurt Faith anymore! S-She already suffered so much…stop ruining her life!” Lily and I gasped when we saw how the culprit who wasn't seen on the video punched Marie's face. I started to tremble while my tears broke down on my face. “I will kill her…all of them,” the man laughed like a psycho as he cupped Marie's face. The video ended right there. itsclarixass

Amelia felt a mixture of relief and lingering unease, aware that the situation had been diffused but also aware of the unresolved issues that remained between her and Sarah. However, fate seemed determined to intervene once again. As the night wore on, the sound of police sirens cut through the air, drawing nearer to the beach. Amelia's heart sank as she realized that Sarah, in her vengeful desire to escalate the situation, had called the authorities herself. Police officers arrived, their expressions serious as they surveyed the scene. The security guard approached them, recounting the events that had transpired and emphasizing the need for intervention. Amelia watched in disbelief as Sarah

"Why would Eleanor have your brother's lighter hidden in Sophia's old drawer?" "Give me the phone," I repeated, stepping forward and snatching the device from her grip. I hit the call button on the unlisted number immediately. It rang four times before a computerized voice informed me the line was disconnected. I shoved the phone into my jacket pocket, my blood boiling. Sophia had been dead for over two years from her illness. Alex died on Lila’s wedding day six months ago. The idea that someone was dragging my late wife’s memory into my brother’s fatal accident was a line I would not let anyone cross.

Instantly I get the feeling that it's not good news. Lori and I share a glance. "Let me deal with it." He states firmly to whoever is on the other end of the phone. "Thank you, bye." Beck tosses his phone aside, rubbing his hands over his face that seems to have aged ten years in the last twenty seconds. "They found three more bodies yesterday, omegas killed on pack land...Kade's land." Beck sighs in distress. "The previous bodies? Kade's too?" Lori asks, the hope on her face for the bodies to be merely a coincidence is short lived.

"And I literally had two humans cut out of my body." I froze. Shit. "Blame the hormones!" I blurted, too fast. "I watched Marley & Me last night. Tragic stuff. Completely ruined me." Killian snorted, and Roman coughed into his fist. But Sera's gaze lingered on me, her brows creased. She didn't call me out, not directly. She just studied my blotchy face, the way my hands wouldn't stop trembling, and the way I clutched my purse so tightly.

And that was the case that would connect questions in their minds. He took a strong and tight grip on the newspaper, Angelic asked if he was all right but William excused for a moment and went inside his bedroom. There was a scene flashing on his mind, a scene he never wanted to see again. Ten years ago, William Smith handled a case about a little girl who was found dead at McLeod’s Medical Institute. The little girl was Marie Anderson, six years of age. She was bathing in blood when his father, Makar Anderson returned in her room after paying the hospital bill he loaned from his friend since he got no money left in his pocket. There was a knife stabbed on Marie's neck. Mr. Anderson checked

It’s not a dream, a dream from which one can. The paramedics hurried past Charles, Fiona, and Madam Jamaica with not even a flicker of acknowledgment, all of them fixated on what mattered now—Marie. They worked hastily to stabilize her, but even in the midst of all the frantic activity, it was obvious to everyone watching that there was nothing they could do. Marie was dead.

Closing my eyes, I once again see Marie’s mask of sweetness disappear and her true self appear. "And why would the queen of the harpies have an issue with my brother and his mate?" Frank demanded. "Xavier and Marie used to be great friends!" "Jealousy." I responded quietly. "Marie was a scorned woman in love. She was in love with my father, but my father loved my mother. Due to that, she was consumed with jealousy until she finally snapped and burned them to death. " Snapping my gaze from Frank, I turned to my grandfather to find a pained expression plastered on his face. Reaching out, I grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, drawing him out of his misery.

I speak in a deadpan tone, but just as I turn to walk out, Marie's voice stops me. "You do know that if you release those videos or try anything funny, your daughter is going to die, right?" She snaps, her voice quivering. "Unless you're trying to gamble with Arabella's life. After all, the little girl has suffered enough already." My next action stuns everyone. I whirl around and, without warning, I strike Marie hard across her face. Her scream mingles with the sound of the slap as she stumbles back, holding her cheek. "Rose…"

Leaving only me and Mari in the room. "What's going on Jeremy?" Marie asks me with a confused look on her face. I walk up to her and caress her face. "Oh my sweet Mariana. I'm so sorry but you were only a pawn in this game." I tell her. Before she can get a word out, I bring out my claws and slash her throat. She raises her hand to her throat to try and stop the bleeding but there's no use. I carry her to the bed and lay her next to Killian.