Marionetta Book Novels & Stories

I knew how much he wanted me to be with Ariel, and the last thing I ever wanted was to disappoint him. Manny's father always knew how to put me at ease, he had the personality that could make anyone warm up to him instantly. I looked around the room and locked eyes with Ariel, Her eyes were on fire with anger, I'm sure if looks could kill I could be under the ground by now. "Excuse me everyone, this lovely lady is Marianna, she works at our firm" Mr. Jennings introduced me "What is she doing her?" Ariel hissed

I pulled it free. Before the Last Bell. Sabine Varel. I knew neither the title nor the writer. This was excellent. Unknown books could contain anything. The first page gave me a woman repairing the damaged spine of a book while refusing to look at the man standing across her worktable. Her name was Mara. His name was Julen. Julen had apparently returned after several years away. Mara was not pleased. I turned the page. He attempted an explanation. It went badly. Another page.

She needed a missile dropped on Willowdale that second. Her rotten luck had made her pick the most perverted book she had ever heard of even though she had never read it. At that point, if it was possible to die from embarrassment, she wanted to be the first to do it. “That's uh…” Professor Lucas's brows were now pinched together as his attention remained fixated on the book. The tops of his cheeks looked like they were tinged a light shade of pink. Or maybe it was the sunlight streaming in around them through the shelves but Marcella was still too mortified to respond to him.

She doesn’t even look at me; her glare is pinned on Marion, loaded with contempt. I drag the chair next to Marion and sit. My eyes refuse to leave her. Perfectly placed hair, blood-red lips, tailored Armani suit hugging her body like armor. She looks untouchable, terrifying, heartbreakingly beautiful. “Now that everyone is here…” Marion begins, voice steady, every syllable deliberate. My chest tightens. I know nothing good is coming. “I’m leaving Creed Manor.” Gasps ripple. Viv shoots up. “What? You can’t, Marion, please, tell me you’re joking.”

When we are inside the room, I saw seven figures on the side of the room and when I fixed my vision, I saw Marionette and some other students looking at me with disbelief in their eyes. “Trying to seduce my boyfriend again, Miss Alixa?” Marionette said while throwing the egg in the air, “Or should we continue on calling you, loser?” Their laugh echoed in the four corners of the room. “What are you trying to do, Marionette? I didn’t do anything! I was just trying to talk to my mate.” I shouted. Again, the room filled with peals of laughter. “What is funny?!” I asked. “You! Y.O.U!” Marionette answered, “Are you some sort of a crazy woman? Desperate to own someone’s man?”

But just as shitty of a man as Ian. * * * A/N: Please join my Fäceboõk Readers Group: Maramartha Bookies for character portraits, aesthetics, Q&A, and possible bonus contents. Thank you for reading.

Mart would have answered it, but sera interrupted him and said, 'I am beginning to think it's justtale no more than this There is no meaning to any of what we have read so far so I think we should close this book now and go explore this place and do our job better than sitting like that. fairyMy friends, Mart did not answer them She will look at the book and read with his eyes, completely ignoring them. "I don't think he'll ever listen to us," said Helena, looking at sera. Let's leave him alone here and we'll go check out the island now. sera would have agreed to her words had it not been for Mart, who screamed after his eyes widened in shock suddenly as he looked at something in this book

It was from Marina. “Oh, great,” I muttered, holding up the book like it was something radioactive. “This has her name all over it.” Richard leaned over the back of the couch, peering at the cover. “Wow. Subtle as ever, huh?” I flipped through the pages, skimming a few sentences here and there. The tone was just as I expected—authoritative, prescriptive, and full of phrases like never, always, and must. I could practically hear Marina’s voice narrating it.

“You’re glowing. Between that dress, the necklace, and the bracelet, I swear you’re seconds away from being on a magazine cover. Forget Paula-whatever-her-name, you’re the real future headline.” Rolling my eyes, I added a soft nude lipstick and a swipe of mascara. “Stop hyping me up, or I’ll start believing you.” “Believe it, Demetria,” she said firmly. “Marion is out here pulling stunts for you. Cars, purses, necklaces? You’d better let the man cash in on his investment tonight.” I choked on my own laugh. “Anas!”

We are going to have to take her out to the barrier soon to test Marietta’s theory and I don’t know how my friend is going to deal with that. Jason is sitting on the couch, in his usual sentinel spot, reading a very old book. I catch his eye, but he shakes his head while glancing at her. It has to be about magic or witches or something to do with his mate. He’s never been one to study unless it is absolutely necessary. This must fall under that category. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions