Marill #204 Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🍓🔞 #Chapter__17 📙📙📙📙📙📙📙📙📙📙📙 📙📙📙📙📙📙📙📙📙 📙📙📙📙📙📙📙📙 📙📙📙📙📙📙 📙📙📙📙 📙📙📙 📙📙 #OMNISCIENT_POV Things may have gone well for Sadiq and Jasmine but the same can not be said for Marida, as it is soon going to be in a state of peril and chaos.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

My boots hit solid stone on the other side. The red-haired girl caught her breath, giggling as she leaned against the wall. “You’re the new girl, huh? The one who smashed the stone. I’m Mara, Rank 490.” She held up her string of broken badges. “I collect these from the ones thrown into the pit. Keeps me feeling lucky.” “Evangeline,” I said, sinking back onto my knees. “Does this happen every night?”

The burn as it goes down does little to numb the pain, but I keep drinking anyway, hoping that eventually, it will. My phone buzzes on the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glance at the screen—it's a message from Marco. Just seeing his name sends a wave of anger through me. After our fight, I thought I'd seen the last of him, but he's persistent, like a cockroach that won't die. I consider ignoring the message, but something compels me to open it. Marco: Heard your little girl is gone now, Caruso.

I can’t tell her designation from here, but they both seem too close for her to be merely a pack member, especially not when she’s kissing him on the forehead with a smile that spreads her lips apart. "Fascinating," I mutter. Turning the photo to the back, I see a text. Squinting my eyes, the ink is wet, making it hard to read, but I eventually make sense of it: "Between the flowerbeds, where the flows connect." And below that: "Your heart and your home." Bingo. Marcellan is fucking smart. Following a jab of victory, I let out a chuckle, already imagining Adams’ face as I show him this photo.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Marcella only to whisper something in her ear which made her blush. ••••••••• To read these chapters for free join me on discord server and read the chapter ahead there for free. https://discord.gg/4FW69JpcVA

"If only I hadn't fallen then maybe-maybe we-" Her words faltered, a silent torrent of tears bleeding from her eyes thereafter, lips trembling. I couldn't help but hold her a little bit tighter, my tears disobediently falling and soaking through her fluffy white sweatshirt. Ava Martel was the sweetest fourteen-year-old I'd ever known dealing with unfair misfortunes for a pure soul like hers. A freak cheerleading accident nearly a month ago had ruthlessly robbed her of her sweet genuine smile and carefree spirit, damaging her spinal cord and temporarily paralysing her from the waist going down.

“What are you tired of? Is there such a thing as exercising in a dress?” She let Arini continue walking towards her boarding house. Her name was Marsiah, known as Mrs. Mar. An old-timer in RW 2. Her house was next to Mr. RT Jamil. A trusted source of gossip throughout RW 2. Nothing came out of Mrs. Mar's mouth except facts. That's why she was curious why Arini looked different from usual. “What's wrong with that child?” “Eh Mrs. Mar. Where are you going?” greeted Mrs. Entin.

Mara was alone. Then she heard steps. Slow steps. Right behind her. Now she turned around. No one. The road was empty. And yet she continued to hear the steps. Closer. Always closer. Until they ended right in front of her. Then a voice appeared. Not loud. Trust me. Too familiar. “You urgently need better hobbies.” Mara died. Her heart stopped. That voice. She knew her. Impossible. She slowly turned her head. And there he stood. Dark coat.

I asked. "By building a wall." Marline said. "In your mind. Brick by brick." She laid Jasmine down on the mat. "Sleep. Like you're falling asleep." Jasmine closed her eyes. Marline said softly: "Now I'm going to call an old mark. You'll feel like you're seeing it. You have to stop it." Marline cut her finger. 1 drop of blood. Dropped it on the floor. Immediately the air turned cold. Jasmine's brows furrowed.