Marie Lu Novels Novels & Stories

The dust in the air clearing and holey shit. The once calm atmosphere was now catastrophic our guests a mix of panic and lifeless body parts. A once extravagant dining table blown into millions of pieces, Blood, screams, fear. My eyes landing on a lifeless body pinned to the floor by a large splinter of wood through the mans chest, that man was Lorenzo. I see Death. This can’t be, this cannot be. Maria’s pov- I felt pain in my head, my skin was stinging. I looked down at myself, my arms and hands covered in miniature slices. My fingers instinctively going to my face, gliding over the stinging skin. I don’t understand, what was happening.

It was now close to 11pm. Me: Hi beautiful are you still awake? Marianna: Hi Manny, yes I am still awake. Why are you awake this late? me: Oh you know just working on this case, why are you still awake Ma'am? Marianna: Honestly, because I miss you, it feels weird to sleep alone now.... Me: Really? I am flattered, I miss you too Marianna. Marianna: You should try to get some sleep sir! Me: What are you wearing?

Unknown Number: “Mr. Adrian is being taken to St. Haven’s Emergency. Are you on your way?” Liana stared at the message, the corner of her mouth lifting. In her past life, the universe dragged her like a puppet. This time, she felt the strings in her own hands. She typed two simple words: “I’m coming.” Not for love. Not for devotion. But because this time, she wanted to control the story from the very moment it tried to swallow her. She closed the umbrella and stepped into the waiting car. As the engine started and the mansion shrank behind her, Liana whispered the vow that had carried her through death and back:

The Billionaire's superstar wife, a sequel to forced marriage. Mafia's slave pet, for those who love mafia books. Ruthless Lycan King which I just completed recently. (Please leave me a review and some gems if you have any to spare.) Look out for my new book, Alpha Rex and His Dangerous Addiction, coming to Goodnovel this month. Thank you for your support.

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi

“Perhaps she is strong enough to bear it. Perhaps she was made for it.” I turned away, staring at the half-finished letter on my desk, one I had meant to send to my aunt to press for more answers. But what answers could she give? She had been evasive before, speaking only of the need to marry the chosen one, nothing more. The weight of her silence gnawed at me. “Diego,” Lucien said firmly, “the ring, the curse, the prophecy—they’re all connected. But you cannot separate Ava from this anymore. Whether you wish to admit it or not, she is already tangled in the web.”

Even her voice sounded like bad news. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I turned to my desk and pressed a button to signal Lydia. “She’ll let you in,” The call ended and in less than a minute, Lydia knocked and opened my door. I steeled myself, sliding both hands in my pockets as I schooled my expression to one of boredom. Marielle’s overly sweet citrus scent flooded the room before she stepped in. Perfectly curled blond hair and baby blue eyes that held the strength of her beta wolf.

MARIELLA “You did what?” Niana squealed through the phone, her voice pitchy. “Marie, you don’t lie about touching yourself to your husband.” “Well, he wouldn’t know if it’s a lie,” I reasoned. “Besides, he didn’t let me answer. Although I was feeling a little awkward to tell him how I tried to touch myself and grossed out at the thought of it and also that my orgasms were like ant’s rhythm when he gave me ones that still has me shaking.”

No apology, no explanation for the way he behaved this morning and definitely no plans to include me into this evening. Suddenly, Mary's idea to go clubbing didn't seem too bad. Few days into my wedding and I was already sick of it. How was I going to survive for two years. With Elizabeth to condone with. ***** Mary made sure she had the grand tour of the house before she started anything. She had to see every nook and cranny of a penthouse before she would be satisfied. I showed her the places I knew and explained as best as I could about each and every appliance.

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.