Marill #204 Novels & Stories

For the first time in an hour did I lift my orbs off of my phone to collide with a furious set of hooded amber eyes. Marila was an exemplar of perfection; tall she was, with prominent curves and edges. I nicknamed her hourglass for a reason. Her skin was of ivory neutral undertone, soft and smooth as a baby's butt. "Don't plug my brows bald," I said. "As I said, the shade is horrible. One might take you for a beetroot in that dress." Bennie, the beige warm undertone lass with tiny sterling grey eyes, showered a burst of hysterical laughter. "Eloïse, Jesus, that was so mean."

"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

Chapter Thirty-Seven- Oliver POV- I am standing up here in front of my whole pack wearing this black tux to watch my best friend get married. All I feel is jealousy and shame that I was not here with my mate. I have made so many mistakes and I only hope she will let me make it up to her. I am standing there next to Jackson lost in my thoughts and the music starts. I look down the aisle and see Ireland begin walking up. She looks radiant, radiant is the only word to describe her in her black womens tux with rose gold glitter top. I can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across my face even bigger when I notice her hair is swept over the other side of her shoulder. She isn’t hiding the scar an

“You really think someone like Rylan would want you?“ Mirena chips in. “Just take a look at me.“ She turns around, and I hate to admit that she looks so beautiful in her cheerleading uniform. She is a size eight with a sexy killer shape. “So why would any reasonable man want you?!“ I press a hand to my face. The humiliation is too much for me to bear. Mirena has everything I have always wanted. Beauty, strength, and attention. She is the loved twin while I am the disposable one… and now she has my mate—the only person I thought chose me for the first time ever. I turn away. I need to get away. Through my blurry eyes, I start running out of the arena when Rylan’s voice stops me in my tracks.

he mumbled, but followed them anyway. They arrived at a quiet hill outside the pack’s main territory, where Marielle’s grave rested beneath a cluster of trees. Around her headstone were rows of carefully planted flowers—daisies, lilacs, white roses tended with devotion. Dante knelt by the grave, brushing a few leaves away. “Hey, Mari,” he said gently, his voice calm but rich with feeling. “Look who came to see you today.” He gestured to the three others standing behind him. “Remember I used to talk your ear off about a woman? About how I didn’t think I would ever love again? Well… she is here. This is Scarlet. She is the one. We’re getting married soon.”

He mumbled afterwards and sat on the chair, puffing air through his nostrils and mouth. Kensington stepped in. Her stomach growled noisily in irritation. Her nose wriggled at the disgusted place. The room was dimly lit by a red incandescent light. A shoulder bumped into her and a loud hiss followed, “Hey, What do you want?” She turned in the direction of the voice. Another girl with red lipstick smeared on her lips, mascara packed on her face and chewing gum scowled at her. She gave her a once over and hissed again.

He didn’t look again, though, and the moment passed. “Bring us some saffron. Lots of it,” Beatrice was saying, and the young servant bowed his way away from the table. Beatrice and Akari had attracted the attention of everyone by this time and when several large bottles of the saffron arrived, carried in by the same footman, Keanna was startled when the young man passed her a note. She shoved it quickly into the folds of her robe and glanced around to make sure no one saw it. Akari turned around then and said loudly, “I think I’d like some visu punch too. Can I have a jug of that, please?”

Me- If you promise not to reject him, I’ll clear the barrier. Marcella- I won’t reject him, but I’m not happy. Me- Granted. I remove the last of barrier and hold my breathe.

' The word, what I've read about Alpha wolves in books, causes a lead weight to develop in the pit of my stomach. 'It's okay, you will see,' my wolf says, trying to reassure me. "Dad, I would like to introduce you to my mate, Amaris Redding," I hear several gasps from the people surrounding us and it takes everything in me not to cower away from all of the eyes that are currently on me.

The time spent waiting for the maids to come out of the room and close the door was really torture for Marris! "Aa~ Open your mouth little girl" Takeru happily held out the apple in front of the girl sitting on top of him. Marris swore if it weren't for the pain in her whole body, she would have punched his handsome face. Always "little girl", she is a high school student, what is this baby? Knowing that it was useless to run because everything had already happened anyway, she had to close her eyes: “Aa” Marris opened her mouth to accept the apple.