Marill #204 Novels & Stories

Maxine mumbled before tossing around. “Pfft…” Brett laughed. He couldn’t believe he lost against the pineapple tart. “Wow. You are really a beast in human disguise, aren’t you? You ate a lot before but you’re still hungry.” Chuckling, Brett reached for the blanket. Maxine tossed on the other side, causing the hemline of her skirt to slide up. Her white legs appear, along with a few red kiss marks which she hides so eagerly. Two kiss marks on her right leg and three kiss marks on her left.

"Will you marry me?" ……. THE END

Marry me! A slim, slender, and short girl asks him to marry her!? What the F just happened then? She has a lot of guts, doesn't she recognize him? Xavier Jay Acceturo was sitting on a bar stool in front of the bar counter in The Bros PUB. When suddenly a girl knelt before him and asked him to marry her?! Not so fast young lady! Leave... You're not insane, are you? You... you're not my type!

"Get me hot chocolate!" Mariano told Meela to make me hot chocolate while I watched Tom Ellis and marveled over his sexy accent. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" He asked. I shrugged. "It's the red wedding." "Whose wedding?" Mariano's brow furrowed. "Who are you going with?" The man really was clueless. What a man thing to say. I coughed. "The time of the month?" He looked quickly at his phone. "It's the second week of this month. What about it?"

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”

But it’s enough for me to notice the message on the screen. [Unknown Number: You really think he's changed?] My fingers freeze. Another vibration. [Ask him what happened in New York.] A chill creeps down my spine. Another message arrives before I can even process the last. [You're sharing a bed with a monster.] I stare at the screen, barely breathing as another notification slides right in. This time it's a photograph. It's grainy, taken from a distance. It’s Marcellus. He’s standing outside what looks like a warehouse. His white shirt is soaked in blood. Worse, his expression is just… blank.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

However, she stomped on Robin's fingers so hard that Robin winced in pain and plummeted into the freezing sea. The thunderous splash instantly startled the guests on the lower decks. Everyone quickly headed to the upper deck. Cynthia leaned over the railing, pointing at the sea with a look of staged horror. "Someone save Robin! He fell down. There are sharks in the sea. Look at all the blood!" There were no sharks in these safe waters. The impact and the shock of the freezing sea caused Robin to bleed out and suffer a miscarriage. The lifeguard immediately jumped into the sea and hauled Robin back onto the yacht.

a voice called. She turned. There was another Marra standing opposite her. Identical down to the scar under her chin, the rifle slung across her shoulder, the tiny knuckle tattoo of a star on her left hand. But her eyes were wrong. They were calm. The Splinter simulation didn’t start with exposition. It didn’t give rules. It simply presented. And so the two Marras stood in the empty atrium, wind howling around the steel frame. The other Marra finally spoke.