Marill #204 Novels & Stories

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

'Ah! This is the only notice I've seen so far,' Amaria thought as she stared at the paper in her hand, then she noticed there was more written on the paper. "There's more written on the paper, but it's so small," Amaria explained while squinting her eyes . 'If you want to make a request, go to the counter, tap three times, and the bartender will approach you.' "This all feels like a sham," Dove said, rolling her eyes.

All his life, he had never heard, not to talk of witnessing, such cruelty. “Girl, I know your pain. It’s good my mate will do anything for me, so I know he will demand justice and the alpha will punish her. From there, she will learn who not to cross.” “I have to go now; Rylan is here to pick me up for baby shopping.” The ladies said their goodbyes, and the line went dead. “What have you done?” “Oh my, ” Marrielle jumped, then settled when she noticed it was only her mate. “Don’t do that, babe; you scared me,” she chirped, then stood up and walked over to him for a hug.

He pulled back, taking something else from the box, it was of the same pink color as the thing that was now planted inside of her, and relaxed fixedly against her clit. “Brace yourself…little angel.” Those were his last words before he pressed a button that had Marlie shivering with a loud cry. She didn’t know how, but whatever was inside of her was vibrating against her walls and against her clit. It felt weird and yet she… Marlie gripped the sheets, writhing against the soft material as pleasure tore through her. Her toes curled, her head flung back, and her moans were loud enough to surprise even her. “M-Make it stop…! Please…I…”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

The alphas began to spit-ball ideas and Jasper listened with a sense of shock at the violence of the suggestions. “Marcel Damiano,” Jay threw out when the other ideas had been knocked back. “Marcel?” Sebastian leaned back in his seat and raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t he a she now?” “Yes, Marcel now goes by Marcella,” Jay nodded. “Has an apartment above the Wicked Moon nightclub. Speculated to be Reid Morrison’s future second, as they have been friends since childhood and are known to be in each other’s pockets. I say we rough Marcel up a little, break into the apartment and scare the shit out of him.”

Chapter 35: Needed Out Joel Wollf I sat back on the edge of my bed while scrolling through my phone, Leilani’s picture stared back at me from the screen, and I found myself studying it once again, a slight smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I hadn’t expected to get so interested in her.

Mariella's POV I walked into the dimly lit room and closed the door behind me. The place was really stuffy, like all the air had been traded for smoke. I coughed a couple of times, swinging my palm across my face multiple times to clear the smoke out. And then I heard his voice. “And you are?” Marcello. He was sitting on a swivel chair with his back to me. The place was dark, so I couldn't make out exactly what I was seeing. But the moonlight from the window made his silhouette quite clear. He seems to be staring out the window with a smoke pipe in his hand.

“Really?” Minerva nodded. “Darwin said that to you?!” Mariella Chu’s joyous voice made Minerva anxious for a bit as the whole people inside the milk tea shop turned their heads towards them. “Hush, Ella! They can hear you.” Mariella pouted at Minerva, who was wearing a pink crop top with white chevron designs. “Just lower your voice…” Then she smiled. Like a real, unfeigned smile. Mariella had never yielded a smile like that to Minerva.

I stood there for about 3 minutes with no answer, I had already knocked 3 different times, I was about to walk away when I heard the door unlocking. My heart felt like it had stopped when Marianna appeared in my line of vision. She looked horrible, but yet so beautiful, her hair was a mess, her eyes were red, and still I couldn't help but to notice the butterflies in my stomach at the sight of her enchanting face.