Marinette Diary Novels & Stories

Her Marina. THE END

“Ye can bet on that, fella.” Dennis hefted the crowbar and went into the house. The others followed, looking into the gloom as they went. Agnes found a light switch in the hall and clicked it a few times, her efforts making no difference. Dennis led the way, their footfalls on the stone steps echoing about the reception hall. Maud stopped halfway to look upon a large painting of a clipper riding on a stormy ocean, recognising it as Charlotte Elizabeth, the vessel that had succumbed to a false light before being wrecked on the rocks of Monument Point.

I stopped the recording because now there was nothing to record. I smiled, thinking about the reaction of the Maira when she would get to know that her fated mate was killed by her so-called human boyfriend. And I already knew a perfect day to disclose this news. . #TBC

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

Or maybe tonight a bullet would tear through my body, fired by Alexei himself. An hour and five minutes later, I arrived at the port. I left my phone inside the car, stepped out, and walked toward the rows of docked vessels. The place was eerily quiet and dim, the slightly rancid scent of saltwater filling the air. I searched for a ship named Marionette among the smaller boats and yachts. Eventually, I found it. The yacht was painted white with dark blue trim. The name Marionette was faded. It was old, but still well-maintained.

The private marina was deserted, the moorings containing nothing but stormy, black water. ‘He’s not here,’ Anton whispered, a jolt of adrenaline thrusting through his fatigue. Could they have been mistaken? Perhaps Kaine had come a different way? "Let it all hang out," Sabatine told her, pushing the door wide and stepping out into the night air. He took in everything—the way the scuff marks on the flagstones below them were being smoothed out by a fine rain, the way a heavy gouge in the wood of the jetty indicated a heavy something had recently been pulled off into the darkness below.

I sighed after our call ended. Fifteen minutes later, the messenger delivered a package. It was a medium sized box. I opened it and found a diary inside. It was Samil's mother's diary, Marie's diary. My hands started to tremble. It felt slightly awkward that I was going to read about the intimate details of her life…

He said as he drank the wine at a go, and gulped hard. He poured himself another glass, as he drank it in another swoop and from that, he continued till the wine bottle was empty. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing right now?” He said into the darkness. **** Marinette groaned a sigh of relief as she dropped flat on her bed, as she took in the sweet comfort of the soft bed. The one she had been given to her in the hospital, was so stiff, she found it hard to turn her back now. She stretched her hands as her phone started ringing.

She had forgotten how cold the Hudson could be in November; she had also forgotten how strong the tides could be, and she braced herself against the spray, almost like waves in an ocean. There were too many people crammed in—Maria, Jasmine and Becca, Blake who was rowing, and a couple of his friends—and Scarlet looked out, shivering, not trusting this creaking, weathered boat, and was grateful to see that Bannerman’s Island was fast approaching, hardly thirty yards away.

Maria merely blinked approvingly to the driver who had already killed the engine, that did enough to make him ignite the engine again and the cab soon began to move. Wow. Was he in a kind of trouble? He shook and trembled as he peeped through the window even after they were a distance from the airport, she still kept to the silence, hopefully, she'd be able to save someone from trouble on her first day in New York or she just got into trouble on her first. He heaved a sigh and then rubbed his forehead, brushing off the hair that fell there. Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose.