Marill #204 Novels & Stories

Rose stood in front of the iron fence that towered over her. The iron line that tightly closed the magnificent house inside, seemed to smile disdainfully at him. The girl ignored the scorching sun that burned her beautiful hair and smooth skin. She searched for the bell and managed to find an intercom to communicate with. Rose pressed the button and waited for an answer. "Who are you?" asked a male voice over the intercom. "Me, Rose, can I see Mr. Robert Miller?"

If I was getting bored with the situation, I chose to stay away. I passed several rooms, Nessa and Kayla still out of sight. I think they have chosen firmly to make me the enemy "You don't enjoy your party, Grisella?" asked Marlin suddenly. I smiled thin "oh hi, yeah. I enjoy the party, but I'm getting bored with the atmosphere, "I said. Marlin followed my steps "You have found the answer to your curiosity, right? Noah already told me. Frankly, that's a good news to me. I'm relieved because my guess is right, "said Marlin

‘He just walked me up to my room’ Julie shrugged ‘Uh-huh’ Darcie sang letting the subject go. As if sensing we were talking about him, Lyosha came over to our table to ask Julie to dance. Darcie and I both snorted into our wine when Julie shot us an annoyed glare. Marshall also walked up to our table asking me to dance with him. I was about to answer him when Sasha sat in Ruth's seat next to me. The two locked eyes and glared at each other, looks of disdain on both men’s faces.

The smell of hot metal and lilies rotting in water. Then another image over it: Mara. Younger. Crying. Both hands pressed to a mirror gone liquid with light. And behind Mara, just barely visible in the silver flood, a man with dark hair and a ring on one hand reaching for her too late. Bastian. The name arrived with the image like a nail driven through wood. I jerked backward, gasping. Mirabella's expression changed. Not surprise. Recognition. "There you are," she said softly. "What does that mean?"

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“Elsbeth… Lady Elsbeth, of course. She’s, uhm… she’s dead.” Lavender turns around before I can see the expression of utter dismay playing across the dainty features. I remember the dream I shared with Cole–the nightmare of his friends getting killed. The faint cry of an infant somewhere in the background that I’d noticed when the dead woman came into view. “She’s Adrian’s daughter, isn’t she?” “Uhm, yes. Marcella is her name. We call her Marrie for short.” “Marrie,” I smile, trying to stop my eyes from watering. Marrie reaches for the eggs. I pull the plate forward, having lost my appetite at the memory of the dream of her dead parents.

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.

Marla leaned in until her lips brushed Lillieth’s ear, voice a soft, terrible whisper. “I want you to suffer,” she breathed. Lillieth’s pulse stuttered. Marla pulled back, smile megawatt and bright, like she was on the verge of laughter. “But,” she added, “I’m not stupid enough to kill you. I enjoy breathing. So we’re going to… pace ourselves.” Cassia rolled her eyes. “Just start, Marla. It’s freezing down here.” Marla’s sweet expression didn’t crack. “Tomas?”

Mj pushed Mara at arms length but didn't let go of her “what's wrong Mara?” Mara opened her bottle and took a long drink before handing it to Mj who did the same. The two girls slid to the floor at the same time leaning against the bed. “Tanner is my mate” Mara almost whispered, Mj took the bottle and gulped down more of the spicy brown liquid, “Why don't you sound happy?” Mj asked as she passed the bottle back to Mara “He’s the brother of an Alpha Moll,” Mara explained “he lives in a pack and he’s a damn hunter so it's not like I could convince him to leave with me-” Mara clapped a hand over her mouth as she passed the bottle back to Mj who laughed low in her throat before she took anothe

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.