Marie Lu Novels Novels & Stories

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.

The words hung suspended in the air, fraught with unspoken venom, as Marie's gaze flashed with lethal promise. She stood before the window, looking out over the sprawling estate that had been hers and her deceased fiancé, Philip's. But now all was at risk by Fiona that woman—and her little girl, Liza. No. Marie would not let it end. Not now, not ever.

I knew this venom all too well; some people tried to mask it, while others, especially here in Louisiana, put little effort into hiding it. "We're ready for the check," Mikael told her, and with a nod, our server walked in the other direction. When she left, her influence still stuck to me. The logical consensus would be that she was simply a racist, but the paranoid part of my brain wondered if she was the enemy; these people that were staring at us, were they the enemy? I wondered why the woman on the other end was wearing sun glasses indoors at night? Trust your intuition, Lisa. Her voice was as clear as day in my head now. I had never heard her voice so clear. Marie, whose presence was a

I asked. “It-it’s musk,” he breathed out, squirming under my scrutiny “You once said you hated that scent on women, for you to sleep with a woman wearing musk, she must be special – I mean, it’s not that I’m saying this Marie is special, of course she’s an awful for all the things she has done, she –” “I know what you mean Roland,” I answered finally if only to shut him up. Marie Lockwood was a devious innocent looking woman who stole secrets from companies, using it as blackmail material, forcing these companies to sell off to rival establishments.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

Maria said she finished reading my novel in just one night. "Okay, I'll give it to you later" I smiled happily seeing Maria so enthusiastic about reading my book, I suddenly remembered some things about this city. like in the lotus cafe there is a wolf painting, in this house, there are also wolf paintings, and in some corners of the town there are also bars about wolves, not to mention the wolf's howls that I often hear lately "Maria, is there a mystery in this city?" I asked "What kind of mystery?" answered Maria

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.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

A L Y S S A Desperation makes people do crazy things. But never did I think I would find myself in this position. Allow me to take you back to the beginning. Here I am, sitting in the dark, laptop laid out in front of me, watching the screen flicker back at me as if it's mocking me, being the only light source in my shoebox apartment. The walls feel closer every night, as if reminding me that this is no better than a cage. My neighbours fight through them, laugh through them, live through them, while I just sit here… scrolling through job listings like a machine that’s out of batteries.