Marisa X Reimu Novels & Stories

12: damaged people attract damaged people. × Love- Love is crazy. Because there's hardly any difference. × Juliet Robert's crazy was coincidentally playing as he looked out of the bus with a fatigued smile. Both their excitement grew as he finally crossed into Zurich- 'Katharina'

62 ANNALISE The air around us was heavy with anticipation. Janet’s words echoed in my mind—Marcus had become more powerful, more dangerous than we could have imagined. He was no longer just a threat to our realm, but to the earth realm as well. The chaos he had unleashed was spreading, and I could feel it in every corner of our world.

She was dragging a beautiful woman around mid-forty with dark brown hair and big, blue eyes. The woman's eyes landed on mine and a smile grew on her pale lips. I immediately had a hunch she's the mother of two—or three perhaps, since I saw a young boy behind her having the same features as Rebecca. They must be an identical twins. “Mom,” Reui croaked and smiled to his mother. “Son, how are you? I see you brought a beautiful woman right here. What's her name?” “I'm doing fine. By the way, she's Katia. She's gorgeous, isn't she?” he proudly said that made my cheeks to burn.

Xavier asked, even I just heard that word. "Ah, you don't know?" Señorita Marisa asked us a question to which we just nodded. “The Pessoa Mas are the Fantasians who made a deal with the traitorous Deus, Deus Lucifero. They are also the conquerors of different kingdoms. Oh come on and you might be late for the exam." Señorita Marisa's story to us, we weren't there, together with the nanny who entered the hall. That's why we walked to the tree... When we arrived in front of the tree, Señorita Marisa suddenly closed her eyes and raised her two hands...

Annie imagined that your only child marrying and leaving home would be a big wrench for the parents. Before long it was time to go and be seated for the ceremony and once again the omega appeared as if from nowhere, he was starting to creep Annie out a bit if she was honest. Omegas were the children of werewolves who had no wolf themselves. While it wasn’t particularly unusual to have a few omegas in a pack, the Reivers seemed to have more than their fair share but Annie supposed that being such a large pack there would be more than she was used to seeing. Just like in any other pack they were used as house- keepers, cooks or in fact anything that resulted in the smooth running of the pack h

Kris said with a kind smile, “By the time we’re done, your husband won’t recognize you.” I doubted it, Jeff barely looked at me as it was. But as the transformation progressed, I felt a shift. My skin glowed under Kris’ careful touch, my lips painted a deep shade of red, my eyes lined with precision, making them appear larger and more expressive. Damien worked wonders on my hair, styling it into loose waves that cascaded over my shoulders, glossy and elegant. And then, the dress. Marie helped me slip into a breathtaking white gown that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was classy, sophisticated, and dare I say, beautiful.

They all finally regrouped at the meeting point-huffing, sweating, but safe. "Something's not right," Nessa said, shaking her head. Stella clenched her jaw. "They knew we were here... and they let us go." Mara cursed under her breath. "They probably want us to bring something back." Stella thought quickly. "It could be that they want us to panic. Or worse, they're deliberately leading us to something." In the distance, from the direction of the fortress, a strange howl echoed-not wolves. Not humans. Something in between.

One had a tablet glowing on its screen, and I took it, the burns still stinging across my fingers from the heat of my hands. I swiped at the screen, the ritual logs loading, and I caught the first line, “Elara Jules, Vessel Prime.” I sucked in a breath but what I saw next was blinding: “Jasmine Duke, Vessel Secondary.” I drew a sharp breath, my words half a whisper, “Jasmine's in on it too?”

“I’m sorry.” “Sit, Reid,” Tamara pushed him into a seat and produced a handkerchief which she pressed into his hand. “Brando, I empathize with your loss, but that does not give you permission to hit Reid,” she told Mr. Damiano sternly. “Reid was not Marcella’s keeper. She was his second, not him hers. Her role was to have his back. From all accounts, she left him in order to pursue an omega, not Reid her.”

THE LEAD TO DOOM Maria lay in bed, exhausted. She was breathing heavily and so was Reid. Reid pulled her closer to his chest while they reek of sweat and cum in winter. “Who sweats profusely when it snows?” Maria muttered and Reid turned his head to look at her. “We. Just we!” he answered and they both laughed. “It ended so fast. Too fast beyond control!” Maria commented causing Reid to giggle. “We could contain it all. Our body was consumed by too much pleasure and it seems our soul could not contain it all,” he established and that alone took over Maria’s heart.