Marigolds Characters Novels & Stories

I turned, and there she was—Marigold, leaning against the cabin doorframe in my oversized flannel shirt, I guess from the cabinet, eyes narrowed like she was ready to drag me to hell herself. “You were eavesdropping,” I said flatly. “Oh, I’m sorry—was I supposed to let you secretly talk about my death without chiming in? My bad.” She crossed her arms, and the flannel slipped just enough to make my wolf twitch. “So, let me get this straight… you’re telling people I’m dead, you’re blaming my family, and you think I’m just gonna stand here and clap for your genius?” (I’m over exaggerating things here because he was still naked and his dingdong was—)

Jenny was hoping that Marigold would take the initiative like before and eventually win Gilbert over. But who could have foreseen that Marigold would undergo a drastic change in attitude? Not only was she not proactive anymore, but she'd also become shy and reserved.

Elina tells them as she carries three more bouquets mixed of lilies, white and pink roses, sunflowers and irises. "Wait! Those are Maraïda's family members! Baby girl how do you know about these people, I never told you about any of them!" Sophia asked. She, Jared and Joseph just follow the girl's lead through the tombstones. "I read about them in mummy's diary. Could you guys help me check for the names? We should put flowers for them too before we leave here," "Uh, I think the little Marisa's grave is over there," Jared points to the right end if the cemetery, " I remember because that was where I found Maraïda the first stormy night she disappeared."

[MARCANTONIO] I headed out to the balcony, looking for some peace and quiet. The moonlight spread softly over everything, casting shadows that hid me in a dark corner. It didn’t take long before my cousin Marcello found me, calling my name into the night. Even though I didn’t answer, he somehow knew exactly where I was. Marcello’s become one of my closest friends over time. We’ve been tight since day one. He’s got a mischievous streak, but he’s also a lot like his dad, Tito Morgan—who’s known for being serious and thoughtful.

I continued, twirling the pen around my fingers and placing my attention on her words. “Your gardener said sunflowers would be good. I am thinking about roses and vegetables too.” She hummed, stating her list of things she wanted to do. I smirked, hearing her talk. Her face while speaking came before my eyes but sighing at my reaction, I rubbed my temples and cut the talk short. “Okay, go, go, I get it. Just be home soon.” I sighed, shaking my head, pleasing her instantly. “Okay!” I continued working and returned home after a tiresome day at work. The second I entered my home for peace, the one who stole it from here sprinted towards me. Not seeing forward that I was standing.

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

She pulled away and whipped Florence’s tears. “I doubt my mother is looking for those qualities in my future husband,” she shook her head. “All she cares about is status and money.” Florence’s voice trembled. She threw her arms around her friend and sobbed. “I am doomed, Magnolia, doomed.”

I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around. I had the urge in my thoughts to tell me to speak to him. I pulled back, wondering if I could recognize the face I was seeing. I have probably met the particular physical being I'm seeing right now. Carefully, remembering that drilled into my head, even trying to recall all past events that had happened in my life. Nearly anxious, I turned to the right, and rapidly I opened my mouth.” “Do I know you before” I said. He was surprised by the question I asked. He kept quiet, and after a few seconds he said, are you ‘Mary’.

She turned around but she couldn't see anyone. But when she turned again to continue her journey two men ambushed her, grabbing her by the leg which was a very wrong move because she kept on kicking. One of them dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out a white handkerchief for some reason, he kept on trying to get it close to Mara's face but she kept on rotating her head like a standing fan and she slowly reached into her pocket to bring out a small, flat perfume bottle only to spray both of them in the face.

She also said that it’s good for them to have anonymity and live a normal life. That’s why she enrolled them at St. Markéta despite some things. Because the pros definitely outweighed the cons. It was the safest place for her and Eri. No one would dare trifle against the Heamistress, Svetlana Kramarová—one of the four Grand Mages. They were the four strongest witches and wizards and they could act independently from the Grand Meister of the House of Hecate. “But she will come for you and your sister’s graduation, že jo?” the dormitory head asked again. It’s because they would graduate from high school soon.