Marissa Meyer Iko Novels & Stories

Seeing the Moretti brand on him could skyrocket my sales. “A perfect plan,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I drafted an email. *** Email to Chris Bruno Mars Dear Fashionista Chris Bruno Mars, I hope this message finds you well. My name is Gabriel Moretti, and I am the founder of Moretti Shoes, a brand dedicated to combining elegance, comfort, and innovation in footwear. Your impeccable style and influence in the fashion industry have inspired countless individuals. I believe your unique presence aligns perfectly with the vision and ethos of our brand. It would be an honor to collaborate with you as a brand ambassador, showcasing our latest collections and embodying the es

Only thing is Matt swings the other way but it'll still, right? “See you tonight, baby girl!” Matt states in enthusiasm ready for a new quest after his breakup with Joshua. “Thanks, you guys!” I reply with appreciation and end the call, getting ready for the pool party. After dinner which Maria, our maid prepared, I slipped into my blue bikini that enhanced my cleavage. Full and round just like my behind as I give once over through the wall mirror in my closet. I throw on my black cover up and retouch my matte lipstick. Had to dress the occasion right…

As long as she had a crush on me, I could use her to my heart’s content. I uncovered myself and let my dick spring free. It still had the redhead’s juices on it, but that didn't fucking matter. All these bitches were here to pleasure me. “You deserve a reward, Marcella… Come and please your Alpha.” Marcella’s eyes widened, she panted and wagged her invisible tail like a dog that had been offered a treat. “Yes, Alpha… It’s an honour!” She exclaimed but paused, frowning when she glared at the she-wolf’s frame. “You want me to do it with this bitch here?”

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

I looked away when I felt a bolt of lightning strike my chest through his eyes. I went in front. I toured my eyes again; I puffed a breath. Seriously, who doesn't get anxious when all eyes are on you? Though not all were staring at me. Some seem to not care at all, some were sleeping, and some were having their businesses. I stole a quick gaze on Ken; I gulped, he was also looking at me like he was melting every inch of me. "Hello everyone. I'm Maria Isabelle Allaris; nineteen, will turn twenty this year, and you can just call me Mia." I looked at Miss Teresa after I was done with my very short speech.

"FANDANGOS BABY!" The caption was typed in all caps, screaming enthusiasm, but the accompanying photo screamed pure, unadulterated glamour. It was a mirror selfie of Marissa, and honestly, it was rude of her to look that good before noon. She was wearing a turquoise velvet dress that hugged her frame in all the right places, finished with matching shoes that looked expensive enough to require their own insurance policy.

“I want to use my own stuff.” Isabelle clenched her jaw but kept her voice steady. “As I've said yesterday, the makeup brand is a sponsor for this campaign. It’s part of the agreement. I promise it will look amazing on you. The reason you have to do all these is because you're the main ambassador for this campaign. You'll be wearing Elle Luxe and showcasing to people. Not everyone can come to the main event because it's exclusive to celebrities, so this is a chance for fans to take a look at you and the work you're doing. So please, let this just go easily.” MIA huffed but finally relented, sitting down in the makeup chair with a dramatic sigh. “ I'm letting this go because you're hurt. Let'

She didn't even know the power of monarchy still existed there were thousands of questions running through her mind and went to find Marissa. Marissa was busy arranging her military pack getting ready for her post. "Iris you're done helping with Mrs. Meyer's booth? I know you don't have the time to prepare your bag so as your self-proclaimed bestfriend I did the honors of packing it for you." Marissa seems to be really happy for a small favor.

Music played quietly in the background. It looked exactly the way I had imagined. “Isa.” Lucia appeared beside me. “Guests are arriving.” I took a breath. “Okay.” The first guests stepped inside. Journalists. Investors. Influencers. Within minutes the room filled with voices and camera flashes. A journalist approached with a microphone. “Isabella Moretti, Vogue. Can you talk about your design philosophy?” “ISMARA is about accessible luxury,” I said. “Quality pieces women can wear every day without sacrificing comfort or confidence.”

Noah added. “Don’t forget the tiny socks,” Becker said, deadpan. “Man’s been domesticated.” Mac didn’t even flinch. “I don’t give a shit. I almost bought another suitcase just to bring more presents. Have you seen him? He’s so cute.” He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. His wallpaper was Theo. Round cheeks, huge eyes, tiny hands. Noah leaned over from his stool. “You changing it every day now?” Mac nodded proudly.