Marika X Rennala の小説・ストーリー

I voice my uneasy feelings aloud to Diego, and he went quiet I’m assuming he was lining his sight with mine, to see what I was seeing. Fuck! I needed to know what they were saying. “Shit, he wouldn’t?” Diego blurted from beside me. I didn’t know what his blunt remark had meant but the almost shock like sound that edged his voice made me clench my jaw tight. “He wouldn’t what?” I ground out and he sighed heavily as I watched Maria place a single kiss to Vince’s cheek before making a swift exit from the hall. Fuck, Fuck and Fuck! I want to dig this fuckers grave; she was now kissing strangers? Giving her time of day to the likes of the Italian mafia? While I was out here trying to fight my way

“I am Riley Ramirez. Just like you said. I am Riley and we have known each other for three years. We should have our first date downtown but I could not come because of family emergencies.” Marika stared even more intently at him. These were the things that she told him first. Why was he reciting this again? “Because I don’t want to forget anything, anymore,” he said. “Whether new or old memories with you, at least I am happy. Shouldn’t that be the thing to matter more?” “Right, new memories should matter more.” Marika left the hut with renewed confidence and a better position than Essi. She is the winner. So Marika is no more afraid to challenge Essi. She does not need to do anything. Gossi

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

She gasped, her lips finding my neck, her teeth lightly biting my skin. Marcus knelt beside us, his hands moving over my body. He untied my bikini quickly, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was all heat and demand. Renata’s hands slid down my body, pulling off the cloth, showing my shaved vulva, my lips swollen with need.

Then, finally, he said, “There’s someone you should meet.” The contact’s name was Mara, a silver-haired fox shifter with a cybernetic arm and a laugh like shattered glass. She had once been a doctor, Luka explained, until she got too close to the wrong people. Now she treated wounded rogues and occasionally sold intel to the highest bidder. Mara lived deeper in the tunnels, in a room lit by bioluminescent mushrooms and vintage string lights. It looked like a garden grown from madness. “You’re the Hart girl,” she said when Riley stepped in. “You smell like secrets and trouble.”

Marco asked, watching her closely. Renata smirked. “Is that a problem?” Marco exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Just funny how people keep trying to take what’s his and despite you claiming that you want him to suffer… I don’t see it.” She leaned in, lips curving into a whisper of a smirk. “And now you want to take what’s his.” The amusement in Marco’s eyes darkened. “Careful, Renata,” he murmured. “You don’t know the game you’re playing.”

They sat on a sofa and left the door open. "Please tell me everything." Request Alpha Jacques. "I am Marco Hall, from the Blue Moon pack ... that girl is my Erasthai ... Jasmine Mendes, or used to be a Mendes." "My angel is named Jasmine?" Screamed Luna Maribeth. She closed her mouth and Marco saw a puddle of tears in her eyelids. The alpha caressed Maribeth's shoulder, comforting her.

On the second ring, the call was received. "Yes, Bas? Is there a problem?" asked Maria from the other side. "Hi Rena." "Hi Mom," replied Renata. Maria was smiling happily at Renata and Bastian's togetherness. "Mom, I want to talk to Ariana," said Renata. "Ari? Oh, wait, she's being taken fishing by her two grandfathers. Ariana is very good at reconciling her two grandpas, who often argue," said Maria, walking towards the backyard. "Mommy and Mrs. Agneta sometimes get headaches listening to their arguments. Especially when it comes to politics and business, we choose to leave."

“What’s going on?” “Larissa buggered off,” she said, her voice sharp. “Hades sent me to keep an eye on your oversized ass.” Whirling around, I met her ebony eyes. They were sharp, scornful, and oddly familiar. I leaned forward and squinted. “Marianna?” “Took you long enough to recognize me,” she said. “Wait.” I raised a palm. “Larissa couldn’t have just upped and left. Not when we were getting so close to cracking open the Hellfire pack. Where would she go?”