Marika X Rennala Novels & Stories

I knew how much he wanted me to be with Ariel, and the last thing I ever wanted was to disappoint him. Manny's father always knew how to put me at ease, he had the personality that could make anyone warm up to him instantly. I looked around the room and locked eyes with Ariel, Her eyes were on fire with anger, I'm sure if looks could kill I could be under the ground by now. "Excuse me everyone, this lovely lady is Marianna, she works at our firm" Mr. Jennings introduced me "What is she doing her?" Ariel hissed

“And when you’re done, we talk. Because I didn’t just come back with names. I came back with a list of every Umbra-adjacent vault Luciana’s trying to breach. And a new name.” Aria’s eyes narrowed. “Whose?” Maria’s lips barely moved. “Renata.” The name detonated the silence. Behind her, Lorenzo’s fingers curled into fists. “Renata?” he asked. Maria nodded. “She would not be safe if something goes wrong” ~~~~~~~~~~ THE INTERROGATION ROOM Steel walls. Bulletproof glass. Matteo watching from behind mirrored panels. Aria sat across from Maria with the vial now placed between them on the table like a loaded gun.

I held out my free hand. Maliya’s face contorted, but she masked it quickly with a smile, “oh. Nice to meet you. Isn’t Ren a guy’s name?” She laughed. Does she think she looks cute in that blue cocktail dress? “It’s short for Maren.” She bobbed her head, “so, Dev, want to go surfing later?” The hell? She regarded me as if I wasn’t here.

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

Then she said, clearly and directly and aimed specifically: "Cco." Everyone stared at her. "She said —" Kara started. "Rocco," Lilly said. Very quietly. "She said Rocco." Maren blinked. "Cco," she said again. Rocco held her. He looked at her. With the expression that was past the open undefended thing, into the territory where the distance was completely removed — "Entry eighty-six," Mila said. Everyone turned. She had the notebook. "Maren says Rocco," she said. "At the wedding." She looked up. "At fourteen months."

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

Senna I am a very good liar. I spend my days smiling at people who killed everyone I loved, and I do it so well that they give me keys to their rooms. It has been six weeks since I remembered that my name is Maren, not Senna, but I still answer to Senna. I have to. Senna is the girl they trust. Senna is the healer who fixes their cuts. Maren is the girl who wants to watch this whole house burn.

I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve, sniffing hard, but I didn't interrupt her. "Before I came to the Valrok Empire," Maren began, her voice dropping into a raspy, hollow register, "I was an Omega in a southern pack. But I wasn't just a maid, Liora. I was a sex slave." My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the old, respectable healer, trying to reconcile the woman standing before me with the horrors she was speaking of.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

Alpha Rick I am sitting at my desk when Miranda’s parents arrive. “Mr and Mrs Lopez please take a seat.” I motion to the chairs in front of me. “I am not too sure if you are aware of the circumstances which bring you here today.” They look at each other, then back to me shaking their heads no. I have asked Marc to be here with me, but he hasn't returned from taking Bex back to the Beta wing. He has mind-linked me to tell me he will be back in a minute, so I am stalling as much as I can. “My son will be here in a minute. It will be better explained by him what has happened since it concerns him and his mate.” “His mate?” Mr Lopez asks, “We were under the impression that Miranda was his mate.”