Marinette Diary Novels & Stories

But I wanna know what's she's been through. ' Should I take this diary with me or not. Oh god, Iam having a big dilemma. What did the Queen lose? Do I really need to see it, read it. It's going to do nothing with me but still Iam...' " Sydney. Where are you? Sydney Marin?" Iam back to present hearing Issac's voice somewhere near the room. I rushed towards the wall and slammed it hard till my hands got hurt.

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

Even if she's deciding to work at the bookstore on a daily basis because she's happy, she deserves every dose of happiness she gets. While Jaz puts a strawberry in her mouth, she decides to tease Marinette even more. “So tell us about this person you badly want to see everyday.” I lean forward, eager to know more about this ‘mysterious person’ as well. Marinette rolls her eyes. “I told you it's just work.” “Yeah, we know,” Jaz chuckles, “but there's a certain someone that makes work a little better, right?” “Fine.” Marinette groans. “He's been coming to the shop for a while. He's a lover of historical novels and—”

I had to kill Marie who had nothing but hatred for everyone. I remembered how she told me I was part of everyone. That day she escaped, and no one knew. I was walking to exit the compound when she halted me exactly on the opening of the gate. I did not know her then, so I had no idea how she was. I ignored her, and the moment I took another step, she charged at me until she had a few of my skin. I was thirteen then, and she made me cried. And I would hate it if she would make the seventeen years old me cry again.

she yelled, her voice trembling with fear. "Take my hand," Chul offered, extending his hand toward her. As soon as she grasped his hand, a flood of memories rushed through her, overwhelming her senses. Unable to hold on tightly while being bombarded by the unfamiliar memories, her grip on his hand loosened, and she watched helplessly as she fell into the churning sea below. Unbeknownst to her, the fall was accompanied by a tumultuous onslaught of memories of Annabelle falling down a cliff also.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

They all gave me sweet smiles. Dane rose a brow. "How'd you even know?" He looked at Thena who looked away, sipping her glass. Marilyn smiled brightly and pulled a slip of paper from her dress pocket. "Maybe don't leave your mates request lists around for us to steal." Dane snatched it, scowling at her as he tried to hide it in his coat pocket. I moved quicker and stole it, dashing under the table. Kent and Henry yelled in surprise as I popped up between them.

Despite being weakened, these werewolf hunters still possessed such an insane amount of brute strength. "They're strong." Daya turned when she heard the familiar voice, subconsciously taking a step backward in fear. This girl was the same height with Daya, they even had the same hairstyle. This was the real Marinette Hutchins. "I'm sorry." Daya apologized. "For what? Taking me to the witches should be the best thing that has ever happened to me in a very long time." Marinette chubkled, standing beside her. "It was still rude of me to assume your identity and pose as you to everyone."

All I could focus on was Sincere, the way his eyes kept finding me across the deck, dark and hungry behind that easy smile he wore for his friends. Marinette picked up on the vibe quickly. After a few knowing glances and one very unsubtle wink, she faked a yawn and asked one of the crew to drop her back at the marina. “You two behave,” she called as she left, but her grin said she hoped we wouldn’t. Now it was just us. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the water in deep oranges and purples. Soft music played from the speakers as Sincere led me back down to the private cabin, his hand warm and firm on my lower back.

Drew asked sharply, his voice a blade sliding across the table. “No, I bring him there,” Marin said, the word barely a whisper. I stepped forward, the cold stone under my boots sending a shock through my spine. “Start from the beginning,” I ordered, voice steady despite the inferno building inside me. “And choose your words carefully.” Marin nodded, his shoulders sagging under the weight of a secret that had been bruising his conscience for days. “I was fishing late. The tide was rough but manageable. I saw something caught in the current. Thought it was debris. Then I realized it was a body.”