Marika X Rennala Novels & Stories

She tensed secretly and smirks. Marina! Elsa's sister. Radon could swear he remembered her very well and he despise her attitude. Marina smiles and grinds on Harden's lap. Dumb bitch. Mariana's friend tried to hit on Radon but his glares alone made her compose herself. She turns her back on them and straddles Harden. Harden grabbed her ass as he takes off her crop top leaving her topless and she was not even wearing a bra. "Dumbass bitch." Radon cursed.

They shivered and moved backward, leaving Ryan, who tiptoed past the witch to meet the rest. Although the twin, Jamal, and Ariana had met with her before and knew how terrifying she could be, they could not help but shiver at her thunderous voice. "I know her. She's the guardian of the river. Her name is Mara" Ariana whispered to Ryan and Kelvin. "She is terrifying" "Did you meet her the last time?" Ryan asked "Yes, we need" Jasmine answered "Is she harmful?" Kelvin asked "I don't think so" Jabal replied Mara looked around trying to see who had attempted to cross her bridge. Her eyes landed on the kids and she stared at them for a while. She frowned. "Kids?. What are kids doing in Alaska". H

I stepped out of Maren’s house with my heart still racing. The conversation had left me raw in the best and worst ways. Maren followed me outside, wiping her hands on her apron. She wanted to see me off. She looked at the three people waiting for me. “And who are these beautiful people?” she asked, smiling warmly. I cleared my throat. “This is Elara. She’s… my friend. She’s been helping me with Mara.” Maren nodded kindly. “It’s nice to meet you, Elara.”

But I could see it was all Luciana's plan. "Maa-reee-llaa Paa-riiiiii-sii..." I hear Alena say; I'm about to ask what she does when she speaks, "Aha! Marella Parisi, her maiden name is Marella Elisabetta Piccoli. She is 37 years old, her infidelity was the reason for the divorce between them, what a scandal by the way... after the separation, she has dated several young men in their twenties including the model Carlo Santilli, no idea who he is... and she broke up with him a few weeks ago. She never took off the Parisi despite being divorced; she's not stupid; she knows it is not convenient for her."

But Lyralei’s attention snagged on a group standing off to the side, not moving with the others. Rienna and her friends watched her with barely concealed hostility. The blonde one—Lyralei tried to recall her name from last night’s dinner. Kessa. Yes, that was it. Sharp features and sharper eyes. The round-faced brunette was Maren, who’d been the first to ask about Lyralei’s glowing marks. And the copper-haired one with freckles was Tove, the quiet one who mostly just nodded along with whatever the others said. All three clustered around Rienna like starving wolves around a caught game, watching their leader for cues on how to act.

Varkos** Maria cleared her throat. “My Lady,” she continued calmly, stepping forward. “There is something I must report. A matter concerning—” “The wedding right?” I cut in sharply, not letting her finish the secret she was about to spill about Ginnie and me. Lady Ravena’s eyes and Kenna snapped towards me, “She wants to reveal to you that Kenna and I will be getting married.” I continued, my voice echoing across the dining, loud enough to leave no room for doubt, “the day after tomorrow.”

“I can feel it.” All eyes turned to the woman in the corner. Tall. Elegant. Blonde hair braided over one shoulder. A red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her name was Marissa. And she loved Marek. She loved him deeply, painfully, obsessively. She had dreamed for years of becoming Luna. Of standing beside him. Of being chosen. Aveline had ruined that in a single night. Marissa spoke at last, voice low and icy. “She needs to be removed.”

"Marianna?" "Call me Anna. I'm looking for that dumbass brother-in-law of mine. Where is he?" Only she and Carina would call Cris names without an ounce of fear. Physically, they're polar opposites. Where Carina is curvy with charcoal black hair, Marianna has curves too but she's taller and blonde. Although judging by her roots I'd say she's originally a brunette. But one thing is for sure. They're sexy as hell. Which makes me wonder what Cris and Damiano did to deserve them. It just so happens that two brothers fell in love with two beautiful sisters. Not that I'm looking for the kind of love they have but I would also appreciate having a beautiful woman by my side. It would be even better

she exclaimed, unable to suppress the turmoil inside her. With a cold glare, Daniella locked eyes with Marissa. "I want you to suffer," she hissed. "I want you to feel the pain deep inside, where there's no escape. I'll make you pay for what you did to me, for seducing my man and sleeping with him." Marissa struggled to grasp the extent of Daniella's vendetta against her. As Daniella's words settled in, Marissa prepared herself for the challenges ahead, knowing she would have to face the consequences of Daniella's twisted schemes.

“I think we both know exactly where I stand, Benjamin. Especially after our last... encounter. Shock by the daringness in Rene's tone, Benjamin’s fists clenched at his sides, but before he could respond, Leonardo Varga appeared beside him, a glass of champagne in hand and a predatory gleam in his eyes. His gaze, however, wasn’t focused on Rene. His eyes drifted to Maria, admiration clear in his expression. “Maria,” Leonardo said, his voice dripping with charm as his eyes swept over her, lingering a little too long. “I must say, you look absolutely stunning tonight. It’s a shame you’re wasted on... this.” Maria stiffened, her discomfort clear, but before she could respond, Rene stepped in fro