Marilyn Likes Lariensa Too Much Novel Novels & Stories

“I saw your name in my family's history book, are we perhaps related?” I breathed out and smoothed the silk of my skirt. The Solarium was quiet when I entered, filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Lady Marilyn was seated near the tall glass windows, a book resting in her lap, looking every bit the high-born wolf she was. I looked around but saw no yarn. She was probably taking a break from the knitting she did. She didn't look up when I approached, but the slight tilt of her head told me she knew exactly who was standing there.

If Marilyn was telling the truth, she should have faced the situation bravely, just like his daughter, who refused to back down the fight when she was called a thief. Mason sat unbothered. There wasn’t any sign of worry over his face. He married Marilyn because she was good in bed. Because she was sexy and offered herself willingly not minding that he was 11 years older. It was clear from the beginning that she was after his money and he was looking for pleasure. Not in his dreams, he came close to love any other woman like he loved his first wife, Lauren’s mother. Amity Williams

“I said no.” “You may like to share your story back there.” I suddenly felt uneasy when I heard Ms. Falcon’s voice near us. “Oh, sorry miss. I just told her were not friends, but she insisted we are. So yeah.” Drake answered. My eyes grew wide with what he said. Why are you turning the tables now?! “Oh really Mr. Montessario?” she strictly said and look at me. “Yes Ms.!” Drake answered happily. I almost hit my forehead with my hands if not only because of Ms. Falcon’s stares.

Those eyes looked at me with that same tenderness, and to know it was all fake hurts so much worse. The sound of Marina’s boots stomping against the concrete has me holding my breath, but her fingers grip my chin, forcing me to look into her pale, blue eyes, “Hurts, doesn’t it?” she smirks, “Seeing the man you fell in love with stare into someone else’s eyes with that starry-eyed gaze?” Her nostrils flare with every breath, “Now you know how it felt to watch him fall in love with you. Plain jane, Rosalind Red.”

Marcus entered the hall, his soft smile preceding him as he approached, a radiant expression Lilian had never seen before. Lilian's eyes snapped open, wide with shock. Her breath hitched, throat constricting. Her heart skipped a beat, racing with a mix of confusion. Lilian's gaze flicked between the woman and herself, noticing the similarities in their features - the same nose shape, the same eye color, the same curve of their smiles. Lilian's agitation grew, her fingers quivering like leaves in an autumn breeze, her palms slick with a cold sweat as she struggled to contain her emotions. She rubbed them together and struggled to process the strange sense of familiarity.

I wanted to shower before, but now I had no desire to leave my room. I forced myself to shower. I dressed up and quickly left the room. I was already halfway to Mildred's room when I heard their discussion about fairies. I felt disgusted hearing them. I did want to hear more before I interrupted them. The shock on her face made her white as a ghost. I thought she was going to pass out again. When I asked her who they were talking about. It was Mildred that drew us out of our staring contest. "Mira was just telling me stories that she was told by her mother when she was little."

Marissa I am first to enter the library on Monday afternoon. I pick a table in the back that is secluded but still visible to anyone going in or out. Luca sits on the chair next to me, making sure James has to sit opposite of me. As I unpack my notes and my brand new laptop, Cheryl and James arrive. Cheryl looks pleased that James has to sit next to her but then her eyes land on Luca’s large biceps and firm chest.

I was treated worse than an omega and lived like a slave. I am no daughter of Alpha Cedric and Luna Mariam. I am no heir. To them, I am nothing but a monster who ate their heir before he could take his first breath. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater, And this is my story.

Milly must have gone home and talked on and on about our activities that involve me, of course, and her mom just used that to shut her up, and it was her little head that had interpreted whatever she said that way, but it hurts. “But I still like Ma Luna.” Milly whispers this so low, I almost did not hear it. I guess that is a secret. “Me too. I think she is very strong and… she’s beautiful like my Ma.” John whispers back. I almost think it’s my ears playing tricks on me and making me hear stuff I really want to hear. Till I look up to catch John and Milly now looking at up at me. Adoration in their large sincere eyes. My heart that had been broken into many pieces just a minute ago, begins

“Good! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She smiled sweetly at me and offered me juice. “Mira , you are getting consumed” I whispered. She snugged her shoulder and went back to her seat. A few seconds later, her facial expression changed. Before I could speak. Gerald walked in. “Harry?” He called me with a slight nod and a suspicious look. “Babe?” He looked at Mira who looked like she was being maltreated. There was a lot going on and for the first time, I was glad I found out the truth. She wasn’t anything like the innocent and simple woman I fell for.