Marill #204 Novels & Stories

She’s wearing my t-shirt, her hair is packed just like mine: my favorite and quickest way of packing my hair. Shoving the blanket all the way down, Marielle slowly slides out of bed. Her movements are not as stiff as when she was compelled, but still off somehow. When she gets to her feet and takes a stumbling step toward me, I realize she’s not only wearing one of my shirts, she’s also wearing my panties. Sniffing the air, I can smell Dargo on her, thick and musky. What the fuck has he been doing? “I want to go home,” Marielle says, slurring a little. “Will you take me home, Ca-Carmen?”

Amara’s breath caught. She stepped forward, her reflection emerging in the gilded mirror. Dark hair, deep brown eyes, skin the color of twilight. The real her. The quiet one. The one who read Machiavelli for fun and could recite entire sonnets from memory. The one no one ever saw. And now, they wanted her to burn it all away. Marcella placed the bottle in her hand. Cold. Heavy. “You have twenty-four hours,” she said, and left. The door clicked shut.

There was something deeply satisfying about watching the great Alpha Tyrant of Ironblood squirm under his gaze. ******* Duskwatch Village: Kaelithra had just finished tattooing a male fairy's back, some intricate wing design he'd wanted to impress his mate, when Marl came bursting through the door of her shop like his ass was on fire. She looked up from where she was sitting, wiping down her tools, and even through her disguise she could see his stupid grin. Marl was one of the few people who looked at her ugly hunchback face and smiled like he was genuinely happy to see her. It was annoying. And also kind of nice. But mostly annoying.

Mariella’s Pov “Allow me…” Leonardo reached under my dress and my heartbeat thumped faster. My whole body was vibrating so much that I was panting. He kissed my neck and his hand moved in between my legs, gently spreading them apart. ‘I couldn't do this…I don't want to…’ “Stop!” I pushed him away at arms length, he seemed stunned. “I can't.” “Mariella…I know you want me.” His eyes gleamed, so confidently that he held my chin up and leaned closer to my face.

Marcel grabs her, Dan looking at her confused. “Why is she so quiet and not fighting?” He looks at her confused, then back to Marcel. “Why fight when I can’t win? Just know that once you do this, I’m killing you both.” Willow stares at him. Marcel’s laugh booms around the room. “Sure thing, sugar.” Willow simply nods, her eyes closing again. “Make sure you stop just before she dies, please. Too late and she’s dead; too soon and it won’t work.” Marcel glances to Dan, nodding Dan steps forward, his mouth wrapping around her neck as he bites down. Willow screams, feeling light-headed as he feeds, her body becoming tired and worn out. It could be hours later, or minutes, when the faint sound of

“Coffee’s fresh. Decaf I think you’re dilating, by the way.” Aurora’s hand slid to her belly on reflex “wait can she read me too” she thought to herself, Something in there rolled, slow and deliberate, like it was already checking the locks around the walls of the belle,Lila raised the Glock up. “Start talking, ghost.”she said pointing the gun to Mara's face,Mara didn’t take a second look at the gun as just walked across the room, with this ownership aura,she opened a roll-top desk that probably cost more than Lila’s car, and pulled out a Polaroid 2003. A sticky-faced toddler with Aurora’s gold-flecked eyes. Behind her, younger Mara grinning like a lunatic, holding up a brain in a jar with

Their eyes are busy memorizing the details. “Nevermind. Let me see our guest.” Hodor carefully examined Maridelle. She's still unconscious. He sniffed the rusty smell escaping from her. To him, without the knowledge of how she made an alliance to hunt her, she perfectly look normal. And the insurgence she inspired is not a thing that would borne from a sweet, innocent face. “We are so sorry for that too rusty smell. She fought and we got her wounded,” Viller thriftily explained. “It's fine. I've been drinking human blood lately.”

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

So cute, she had a resemblance with Yzack. "Anything with ice cream." She uttered, excitement laced in her voice. I smiled at her when I noticed that she was staring at me. "You are Horizon, right?" I smiled while slightly nodding my head. "How about you?" I asked her, her eyelashes were perfectly curled. "I'm Marielle, I studied at the school near the village. You know what? I got a perfect score in my Mathematics quiz bee yesterday so Thorn will buy everything I want." I smiled watching her share what happened in her Mathematics quiz bee yesterday.

“I love you, piccolina.” Marcella stands up and guides Mariella until they reach the door. “Close your eyes, piccolina.” Marcella said while holding the doorknob. “Why mamma? Is it a surprise?” Mariella is looking up at Marcella who’s waiting for her to do what she said. “Yes. So close your eyes now and don’t open it until I say so.” “Okay.” Mariella immediately closes her eyes because she is excited to know what’s outside her room.