Marinette Novels & Stories

Adam says, "I know. I'm sorry." "Y-You can't just do that." "It's gone. It ran far north. Rogues don't come around here. There hasn't been one near Waindale in years. Most know that there's a pack based here, so they stay away. But this one was right outside the house, too close to be oblivious."

Magdalena whispered sarcastically to Sara. They passed through control and, after a long search, found the bus that would take them directly to the village. But there were still several hours of travel ahead of them. “Mom, shouldn’t we take a trip around the city before we leave?” Sara was delighted. She understood a little of the Bostana language, but because Magdalena had always avoided speaking to her in it, she was certainly no expert. Even so, Sara found the language exotic. “Mom, do they know we’re arriving today?”

“Kai!” I heard my name as I reached the entrance of the club. “Hey, Marco! Are you working here now?” I asked, as he came down from the steps, and we bumped our fists together. “Yeah, I got a transfer from Aurelio. We’re trying out the fresh meat here at the beach for a few months,” he said. I’d met Marco in Fresno, and he’d worked at the same club Kiran had all those years ago, and we had quickly become friends.

I said without hesitation. “Maya—” “I don’t care if it’s forbidden. If that place can help me remember Marta, then I have to go.” Rowan held my gaze. Then finally, he nodded. “Okay. But we have to be careful. If Kael is tracking you through the bond, we can’t leave any trail. No fire. No scent markers. Nothing.” I swallowed and nodded. “Okay.” That night, as I lay curled up beside the dying fire, Rowan keeping watch once again, I drifted into a strange, heavy sleep.

I answered, not hesitating. “I just wanted to say thank you for what you did a while back” I said in a breath. “Oh that, Marino isn't one to mix with. You might as well take this as a friendly hint” He said with a chuckle. “Rest up, tomorrow's going to be a long day”

We run in silence for miles and miles, but when we reach the United States/Canadian border, Zane steps in front of me. Amaris, stop! He orders. I wait nervously, not knowing how my wolf will react to being ordered to halt her search for her mate, but when she relents, stopping and lowering her head in respect, I let out a sigh of relief. We can’t cross the border. It’s not our territory. We must turn back, he tells me, making both she and I irritated at being ordered around. Keep calm, I tell her when she begins to growl low in her throat. We can't growl at him, he will perceive it as a threat.

Marie asked, appearing as they were about to get into the elevator to the 15th floor. "Eleanor's husband," Kyle responded as they got into the elevator. "Arrrrghhh!" Marie groaned, "That man is a juicy-" Eleanor shot her a look. "Cringy much?" Marie pouted. "He's just so hot! Oh my gosh! I would want to get up on that-" Eleanor pursed her lips. "Marie, please stop. I'm freaking out here." "Why? Because I'm lusting after your husband? Don't worry, he'll only be in my dreams, I promise. I won't do that to you. Pussies before hot dicks."

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

"Incoming. Get down!" In an instant you see twelve Marines dive into a pile of dirt and debris. Lewis, barely missing a pole that is sticking out from a rather large concrete slab. In as little as…one…two…three…the missile comes down in a thundering crash sending brick flying over our heads. They miss…On purpose, I do not know.

CHAPTER NINE Monday, 8 December Marianne jabbed the doorbell for the fifth time. “Come on, Claire,” she muttered, “It’s freezing out here.” She pressed the button again and held it down. When her finger threatened to lose all feeling, she removed it and blew on her hands. It had been warm on the bus, but after her walk up the long drive to Belle Vue’s front entrance, she didn’t fancy standing in the cold without good reason. She half-jogged to the edge of the step and looked toward the chapel. She’d noticed a flash of blue and white on her way up, but from this direction she had a better view. A stream of tape circling a couple of trees at the back of the small church fluttered in the wind.