Novel & Cerita Marie Lu Books

“They took Amara’s mother. They lied to our bloodline. That is war.” “And Amara?” one captain asked. “She’s not a Moretti.” Luca turned his glare on him. “She’s mine.” — Later that evening, Luca retreated to the underground vault—his father’s private armoury. The walls were lined with locked cases: weapons, documents, secrets. He punched in the code. Seven digits, Amara’s birthday. The final drawer slid open with a soft hiss. Inside, wrapped in silk, lay a black book. Not just a ledger. Not merely numbers and routes. But something deeper—coded in symbols and carved into the leather like a curse. Isabel’s handwriting decorated the margins in sharp Spanish: Trust no one. Not even blood.

Vivienne had woken up clearly, and he was glad that – even though she didn’t want this – she was being suitably proactive about their imminent departure. Marcus wasted no time and moved with purpose, grabbing an empty duffel bag from his own suitcase and began clearing out Vivienne's bookshelf. Although they were in a rush, he handled each book with care, stacking them atop one another according to size and tucking them into the bag alongside her important notes and personal items. These books were a part of her, a collection of texts that represented a dream that she hadn’t renounced in spite of Liam’s abuse.

“Then teach me how to control it. Don’t keep locking me away like some kind of secret. I’m not a prisoner, Lucas.” Lucas’s expression softened. “No, you’re not. You’re a flame and flames, when they’re not careful, burn everything around them. I’m just trying to make sure you burn only what’s necessary.” She exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. “That’s not fair.” Before Lucas could respond, the door creaked again, and Marie stepped back into the cabin holding a bowl of warm herbs and cloth strips. Her face was pale, her eyes puffy from crying, but her voice was steady.

The knife caught the light. Marie's hand was steady. Her eyes were wild. She took a step forward. Luca did not move. He stood between her and the girls. His arms were out. His hands were open. He said to put the knife down. Marie laughed. A bitter, broken sound. She said she had nothing left to lose. I stepped next to Luca. I asked what she wanted. Marie looked at me. Her eyes were wet. She said she wanted Luca to suffer. The way she had suffered.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Every prole was a danger until it had breathed its last breath. Reese felt for his pants pocket only to find there were no cigarettes in there. Good thing, smoking was forbidden in the bedroom. He could do it in the kitchen or in the living room, but I didn't want the smoke in here. "It is very unlikely that you will get anything other than roast rabbit and beef chops in Historia." Accidents could happen in Historia too, but that was not an issue here. "They should be fed poison." "Unfortunately, that won't be on your menu." Reese got up from the bed, came over to me and gave me a kiss on the head. “I call Jilin and tell her that we will accompany the transport. You can make food in that tim

Doreen’s lip curled in a sneer of pure, unadulterated contempt. "Marie was a Luna who lived in a trance of her own making. She didn't refute you because she wasn't living in the same world as you. She was a ghost you kept in a library. Is that what you want, Noah? A ghost? A woman who nods while you walk off a cliff?" "I want a wife who follows suit!" I stepped closer, my shadow looming over her.

Of course she does. “How do you know all this?” Riven asked her quietly. “I was the Queen's lady,” Maria replied. “I know a lot of things you couldn't even guess.” I moved closer to the shelf Maria pointed to. The books were old, some with cracked leather covers and strange symbols on them. My fingers hovered over the spines, unsure where to start. “What exactly are we looking for?” Riven asked. “Anything,” I said, “a letter, a record, even a family tree. Something that links Ivy to Slade.”

She kept her face plain and her feet moving. Near dark Mara came out with a book and stood in the dust like the yard belonged to her, which it did. “Books now,” she said. “Sienna. The wife. Inside.” The workroom was hot from the day. Ledgers. A map. Names. Lily-Rose sat because her legs had started to go. Sienna opened the book and showed her the lines like she had done before. “This one is closed,” Sienna said. “This one still pays.”

Or would they look at me like I was something dirty? I pushed the thought away. One person at a time. I entered my counseling room. Marie was the last person scheduled. She sat across from me. "I've finished the books you gave me." I smiled. "Already?" She nodded. "I even found similar ones from the library, on your absence."