Marie Lu Novels Novels & Stories

Taking his mother's hand, Gabriel allowed his mother to take him through the portal into Paris where is mate and child awaited him. **** Lu Her white dress was snug on her curvy body, her beautiful hair in a tight braid perched on her left shoulder, her hands resting peacefully upon her stomach, fingers entwined...Garcia, Lu's once beautiful mate, was now in a coffin, seemingly at peace. But Lu knew that she had suffered greatly at the hands of their best friends' mate, Gabriel fucking Black.

The faintest whisper through the screen. You called. Again. And her screen glitched. Marek's name appeared on every tab. Her fingers trembled. The last thing she saw before the lights went out was a single word typed on the document she hadn't touched: MINE. **** Elara was curled under her sheets, the thick, fluffy duvet draped around her like cocoon. Her laptop sat on her bedside table, screen still glowing with the documents she thought she'd closed hours ago. The last thing she had seen before dozing off was the title of the newest chapter.

She reeled me up and out of the abyss with a single touch, and I was supposed to not react to the news that someone else had her and still lived? “And they’re both still alive because?” “The syndicate. The bigger fish,” Adrian said slowly, as if to ground me in the mission I’d apparently been dedicated to before the accident. I licked my lips. The honor killing would have to wait then. “I’m leaving this place tomorrow. I can’t think with all the smells.” “Of course.” I looked down at Rosalind Marlow. The unprecedented light in my darkness. Pillowy lips parted, her lashes stuck against rosy cheeks.

"The archduchess does not deserve to die!" shouted Maria, once again having another discussion with the two fragments of her inner consciousness, Light Maria and Dark Maria. "Such a nice woman definitely does not deserve to die." Light Maria sagely nodded her head in agreement. "Saying that she's a nice woman is not going to help us. I mean, how did she die in the novel?" questioned Dark Maria, who was floating in the air, eating a hamburger for some reason.

“Did you just hear me saying you’re worth the wait? Why would I want to fuck someone else when I have perfection right next to me?” Her eyes widen slightly at this. “B-but Emilia said… Mafia men are all the same and always find their pleasure elsewhere and then I saw the lipstick and-” “Lucia, you’re the only woman I’ve been with since we got married,” I interject. “The lipstick and perfume were from the nights I was at a strip club staking out enemies who were working against us. I haven’t slept with anyone else, nor have I touched another woman intimately since our wedding night.”

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

“We’ve tried. Her powers are still weak from the coma. But we’re not on the best terms right now either way.” That was the understatement of the century. After this morning, I was furious. But I know Marina’s heart. I also know that she doesn’t want to share me with Rosalind, and I don’t blame her. The thought of sharing with another man makes me see red. The whole situation has all three of us in some sort of fucked up circle where we just keep running with no end in sight. “I have some connections in Europe that have access to the ancient library. Give me some time. And quit sending more money. Your aunt is getting suspicious,” he growled, “You’ve done enough.”

,she looks down embarrassed but I sigh. "I really appreciate everything Marie and I'm sorry you couldn't come visit I told everyone to stay away. I'm still mad that Luca hit her ten extra times. He really wants her dead",she sighs as she cleans up. "Here, she hands me a bag, you shower, shave and poop if you must I will read Bethany a few chapters of my romance novel",I nod as I head in and start a shower. I had her moved to a private room so I could watch her better. I'm washing when Eric mind links me that he is outside and smells food. I hear Marie open the door and and talk to him.

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 told myself, though panic was slowly lurking somewhere in the back of my head. I thought about it carefully as I looked through my menstrual calendar - and in fact, I should have had a period for about two or three days already, and I certainly didn't. Then I went back to that day in March when I went to Venice to see Oliver. We had sex, it's true, and a wonderful at that. I was so intoxicated at the moment that I didn't even think about pregnancy protection, and Oliver has certainly came inside of me. But on the other hand, could vampires impregnate you? From a biological point of view they were dead bodies that somehow lived and walked around. But could the sperm of the undead be "aliv