Marigold Stories Novels & Stories

“Hold still, ragazza. Your wolf is strong, but even strong wolves need care.” A few minutes later. I was dressed with an old shirt and cargo pants and back in the living room. “Ow!” Marigold yelped dramatically, then turned to me, eyes narrowed. “She’s stabbing me with herbs!” “She’s healing you,” I muttered, jaw tight. Marigold smirked. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Shirtless, no wounds. Your wolf jumped the crocodile like it was nothing while I was over here fighting for my modesty.”

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

[Erick, when you read this, I won't be part of this world anymore. Forgive me for reaching out one last time like this. Ever since you left, I've been haunted by thoughts of what could have been. If only I had valued you more, would we be married now? With a sweet little kid? However, life doesn't deal in 'what ifs'. I wrecked the love you had for me, and I wrecked my life. I tried to start fresh. I opened a flower shop, determined to make it on my own, but it was overwhelming.

"Ms. Quinn must be a lucky charm. She visited Mr. Stone once, and he woke up right after!" "Exactly. Looks like Mr. Stone and Ms. Quinn were meant to be," another staff member said. Nathan's parents were all smiles too, clearly overjoyed. Mary even took off her emerald bracelet and slipped it onto my wrist. She said it was a family heirloom, something the Stone family passed down to their daughters-in-law.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Arin immediately moved straight into her arms and started playing with her hair. It's like this one wants to be hair dresser. Now it's my turn to tease... "Ah Laila don't worry, wedding nor far again, in nine months time we'll come visiting" I said the last part in a sing song manner (Listen to Ada by Flavour). If she was white she would definitely been as red as a tomato. Thank God for melanin ooo

“You two should hang out and bond over your mutual love for Korean dramas.” I forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah, we should. Let’s begin, shall we?” “Yeah, sure.” We started working on the assignment – discussing our thoughts, objections, and opinions and writing them down. About 30 minutes into it, Alex pulled out a bag of marshmallows. I watched him as he opened it carefully as if any rough or sudden movement would crush the marshmallow and render it unfit for human consumption. He proceeded to pick one and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he chewed it, making a sound in his throat. It felt like it was just him and his marshmallows that mattered. It was as if he was shooting a comm

she says exasperatedly, making me laugh. As a human, Marigold was squeamish at the sight of blood. She said she passed out at the sight of it every single time. When she was turned, it took years before she stopped putting her blood in dark-colored cups with straws so she didn't have to look at it.

David watched as the men deftly took care of the two "these two are Tyrean and Elizabeth. The third one is the one you know." David reached down to stroke the tot and she immedately arched her back and stirred smiling up at "PA PA." The men brought the three out Mackayla shaking her head slightly "it's my progative to wake up my grandbaby." "Then you can be the one to deal with her in a few hours when she gets crabby." "Gladly." "Yeah right you'll just hand her off to me" Mari said and even though her voice was a little dead and high due to the hearing impairment it was still pretty.

Crescent, not knowing the whole story, had given Rose and Jericho her parents’ old bedroom for their wedding night. Needless to say, it was beyond awkward. Not for Jericho, though, as he immediately made himself comfortable on the queen-sized bed after taking a short shower. He studied his vibrating wedding ring, marveling at the magical hum that it emitted. Both Feron and Father Benedict had warned them about it, how wedding rings that undergo ritual magic released certain frequencies into the air for a couple of days. Father Benedict also told them that it was what they needed to access the first part of the Riddle of Life. Though theyy didn't yet know what it entailed.