Marill #204 Novels & Stories

Charity started chatting with Brayden as he bent over to listen to her chatter, grinning. Carl locked eyes with Marilou, thinking how gorgeous the woman was. Marilou noted his attention and gave him a flirty smile, winking at him. He walked over to her and greeted her personally, taking her fingers to his soft lips and pressing a kiss on them. They started conversing as Brayden put his arm around Charley’s shoulders and gave him a pep talk about escorting his bride today. Charley nodded and Brayden looked up to see Marilou and Carl getting acquainted. He had a side smile as he whispered to Jada about the two. Jada nodded and smiled. She too had noticed the pair.

the lady beside me murmured. "Thanks," I murmured back. "You too." The man in dreads stretched out a hand. "Hello, Isabelle. I'm Marshall Mathers, assistant head of the acquisitions department here." I shook his hand firmly, fixing a smile on my face. "Pleasure to meet you." I noticed he also had an earpod sticking out of his ear. "Please follow me." I followed him up the stairs that was right beside an elevator. We went up three floors before stopping right in front of two large double doors. Then, we stepped in.

Mr. Miller glanced lightly at Mara without much change in his expression. "Follow me to the office" He said lightly and turned away. Mara stared at his leaving back coldly buy still followed behind him. They got to his office and the door was shut close. "What did you just say?" Mr. Miller sat down and asked the girl standing in front of him. "I said that Rose Blair is a Zombie!" Mara repeated without any fear. She was confident in her discovery and knew that they would believe her.

"As a favor for the kindness you showed me in the past, I am going to tell you exactly why we're here. Why we're doing this. I am going to reveal to you one of the best kept lies in our world. A shocking truth of which you are at the center of...Do it, Marcellah." Jade stated, nodding at the mage who's name I now knew to be Marcellah. The latter seemed to hesistate for a moment before releasing a small sigh as she raised her other hand and pointed it right at the mirror before us that seemed to shift under the assault of her magic to showcase not our reflections but a reel of events that shifted almost like a movie.

"As beautiful as always." She leaned in, brushing her lips against his, a smile playing on her face. "Thanks, my love," she whispered. Juan gestured for attention with a clap of his palms. "I expect everyone is here?" Rosario glanced around, noting, "Marissa isn't here." "I am here, Mother." The soft melody in the background subtly changed. All eyes turned upstairs as Marissa descended the central path, her expression composed, with minimal makeup enhancing her features. She wore a long-sleeve red shirt paired with a skirt boasting a high slit.

I tore it off the wall and hurried back down the aisle. I reached out and held the flyer before Caleb. He looked at it, then did a double take. His jaw dropped open as he held it up. It was an advertisement to come see Martha’s Vineyard. And it listed the Vincent House.

“Calloway Heiress Alive.” I read the headline four times before the words rearranged themselves into something my brain could process. Then I saw the photograph beneath it Lyra, unmistakably Lyra, sitting beside Ethan Vance in a studio I didn't recognise, wearing an expression so composed, so utterly unbothered, that for one disorienting moment I thought it had to be doctored.

I would have probably died out of breath if she didn't hold my finger. " I am Maria Williamson. I am four years old. I go to Sunflower Kindergarten!" " That's so sweet. You are a big girl now. Did you learn well?" " Yes. I can write alphabets and-...." Two dimples on her face that appear as soon as she smiles cheekily, are undeniably the best thing to see. It doesn't look like she resembles the woman. But she resembles Marquis hundred percent without any doubt. Marquis's Carbon copy?! Her eyes are beautiful too. But Neither Marquis nor Liliana have those eyes. Did she get a unique eye for herself?

I walked into the cozy room full of computers and took my seat at my gaming chair. I started working on my writing project in which I wrote about a person named Mark who wanted to belong in his new job but he couldn’t be himself in order to fit in. I was on page ninety-three and was really close to reaching the climax which was about Mark who finally snaps and realizes that he needs to stop acting this way, or he would be miserable. As I write, I feel someone walk in the room. I ignored it at first and kept writing. I then felt a touch on the shoulder and I turned to see who it was. It's Marcelo.

I smile absently Tracing her face with my thumb. Jane must have noticed this because she lean over to get a better look at the picture. I heard her snort. " Who is she? You know her ? " She asked. I turn to her smiling " sure, who wouldn't know Jillian Don " She gasp " oh , the model from Claw foot club? " I nodded " Yes " i smile looking away. " But what is so funny about her ? " " No , i just remembered the way she made me feel in bed "