Marinette X Lila Novels & Stories

Robb glanced at her and interrupted, “ This isn't the moon crystal, it's a fake, someone made it look like the moon crystal to deceive you, ” Amaria's eyes widened in disbelief. She shook her head and tried processing everything she just heard. “ Then what is it? ” Dove asked. “ It's Larq, a crystal made from pure infant blood, this was normally used back in the days to lure Daemons into a trap. Daemons sure love the smell and taste of an infant's blood, it stimulates their appetite and makes them go madly hungry. But now it is considered as an illegal act to sell or produce this thing.” Robb explained.

Watson swiftly positioned themselves between Zamonte and Ravyn. "Oh, I'm a huge fan of Airburst as well" Liriene declared. "So um, excuse me, Ms. Lavender, but could you please refrain from interrupting this important conversation I'm having with Zamonte, the remarkable aspiring hero?" Liriene requested, maintaining a serious expression. Although her tone was calm, there was a hint of contempt and annoyance directed at Ravyn. Sensing the tense atmosphere, Liriene then gestured for Ravyn to wait at a nearby seat with another female follower. However, they needn't worry too much due to the tight security measures in place. They simply had to wait for any external reactions before embarking on

I demanded. She shot me a sharp, piercing glare. "I said I will humiliate your mistresses—" "No, the part before that," I interrupted. For a moment, confusion flickered across her face, but then her expression morphed into one of mischievous delight. "Are you feeling jealous?" "Of course!" I replied matter-of-factly. "Who is the bastard that would dare cast a sinful gaze upon a Luna?" Lila burst into giggles, putting her palm to her lips. "Ah, the bastard I'm about to call now," she declared, retrieving her phone, and beginning to dial a number. "You were the one who suggested an open marriage, remember?"

I keep walking before the lie has time to fall apart. "Get it together, Marlowe," I mutter to the hallway. Through the athletic center's glass doors, a dark jersey gives me one distant glimpse of someone who might be Martins. Angle wrong. Glass warping the shape. Facing away, talking to someone. Don't stop. Don't look. You don't owe any of them a look. I lengthen my stride and keep moving. *** Lila rounds the sorority wing corner and stops. She presses her back against the brickwork. Her fingers tremble against her phone.

When had she become so selfish! She lifted her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose to contain her resentment. "Do what you want, Mom." She said simply and went up to her room. As soon as she was alone, her tears fell. She pressed her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound of her sobs, slid down the door until she sat on the floor, and hugged her knees tightly to her chest. What Lila hated most was to be weak... and alone. After nearly an hour, Maria gathered her courage, suppressed her anger, and went up to Lila's room. She knocked quietly, then slowly opened the door. Lila was sitting on her bed, her tears forcefully and artificially erased.

She opened her eyes and could see how the pirate looked at her with fascination as she continued petting her. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in the ocean,” Charlotte said keeping her eyes on Marina’s. The siren blushed with the commentary, and she also had to admit the pirate girl was one of the prettiest living beings she had ever laid her eyes on. Sure, back at home there were beautiful sirens and stunning merman, but Charlotte had something that made her more beautiful than all of them. This thought made Marina felt confused. Why was she thinking that the human girl petting her was more beautiful than other sirens if she had just met her? Why did she not feel rage o

Hold Mara, hold the line. Lila darted among the pups, her sling snapping stones that thudded off targets, chestnut ponytail bouncing. Her hazel eyes sparkled, wiry frame buzzing as she corrected a pup’s grip, voice bright. “Like that, Ryn! Hit the heart!” Optimism was her shield, but her hands trembled, the eclipse’s shadow creeping closer. Spark, her wolf, yipped, small and vibrant, tail a blur. They’re stars, Lila! Keep ‘em shining, keep you bright!

“You’ve had your fun.” Lillian gasped, sneering at Xenia but didn’t argue. She stood up straight, moved past them as Xenia’s hatred followed her every step. As soon as Lillian was out of sight, Xenia tore herself away from Mason’s grasp and rushed to Lacey’s side. She knelt down, gently pushing the hair away from Lacey’s face. The sight nearly broke her. Lacey’s eyes were swollen, her lips cracked, and dried blood stained her cheeks. She looked up at Xenia, her gaze filled with pain and fear, but also a glimmer of relief.

Lila sneered as she pulled a dagger from its holster at her side and gestured at me with it. "Don't do this, Lila. If you kill me, Marcus will never forgive you." Lila laughed, tilting her head back as she shook with laughter. "Ah, you're too funny. Perhaps you should have been a comedian instead of Marcus's Luna." she said as she wiped a tear away from the corner of her eye and sneered down at me once more, the hatred burning in her eyes, "I am Marcus's fated mate, not you. Everything that you had, now belongs to me."

“Careful. That’s trouble.” “They say he’s dating three girls already.” Before Lila could process, a drink tipped over nearby, splashing onto the floor. In the chaos, a figure slipped, and the glass shattered. Cade’s eyes narrowed, scanning the crowd like a predator. Lila felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Mara Sinclair, a notorious bad girl known for scheming her way through Ravenwood’s social ladder. “Cute dress,” Mara said with a fake smile. “But careful. Not everything here is as fun as it looks.”