Marill #204 Novels & Stories

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Before I want the meal to end, Jill delivers the last course, her famous cherries jubilee. Marcella lifts a bite to her lips and tastes. She moans and shuts her eyes, and I about lose it. The sounds she makes when she eats are lustier than a lot of the dead lays I've had in the past few years. The guttural sounds tug at my groin, making me uncomfortable. As I lean forward in agony, I'm in desperate need of a distraction. I nod toward the bar, and a violinist appears as if from nowhere. She drags the bow across the strings, and Marcella's head snaps up.

Enid’s POV I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of suite 1514, one hand in my pocket, the other cradling a glass of 1996 Château Margaux I’d had flown in yesterday just for this moment. The city below was a glittering carpet of lights, but my eyes were fixed on the reflection in the glass: the stock ticker I’d mirrored to the television behind me. KANE:CXX €119.80 ∆ 191 %

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.

~ Megan My brows tightened. “What show?” I asked Charles, who was dressed like he was about to go for a stroll. It was at that moment that a table was set; I watched in awe as the maids hurriedly did it. I could feel a storm coming, but I chose to ignore the feeling. Charles came to my side and led me to sit, raising the stakes of Mu skepticism. “Charles, what is going on?” “A date,” he answered sweetly. The maids came to pour him a glass of red wine, but none for me. I found it odd as my stomach began to twist. Charles lifted the glass to me. “A toast to the woman I married after a one-night stand.”

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.

Bye-bye till Book 2 drops! Howling love, Mary 🐺✨