روايات وقصص ضمن Marla Fnaf

Mara and Clara had been her closest friends from childhood and they were the only ones who were thoughful enough to invite her over for some shots on her to celebrate, considering how much of a workaholic loner she had honed herself to be. Mara was a light skinned brunette , with a height of 6ft2 and the perfect tan . She worked as an auditor for a small firm In the city. she was slim , a little busty and way too tall for a 28 year old . Clara her sister,was of a considerably appropriate height for her age, with a beautiful face that was perforated with two beautifully dotted dimples that illuminated her cheeks whenever she had a smile on. She was of darker skin , obviously more melanin, and

My breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps. “Marla!” I yelled, running into the hallway. “Where are you? Leo’s gone!” No answer. I burst into the living room, my eyes darting to every shadow, every corner. “Who’s here? What did you do with my son?” The silence was deafening. Tears blurred my vision as I ran to the front door and flung it open, hoping to see Marla or anyone who could help. The garden was empty, the flowers swaying innocently in the breeze, mocking my fear.

Jonah said looking at Her Furiously. “ What are you doing here? I mean, where have you been?” Nala asked but Mum interrupted them before he could answer her question. “ You are the father of that child right?” She pointed to Mara and that was the first time Jonah saw Mara. “ What are you saying?” Vanessa tried to shut her but Nala's Mischievous button was already pressed. “ Are you kidding me? Mara isn’t his child” Nala said with a Smirk. “ Look at their faces, that girl looks like him” Mum said and Nala shook her head.

“Everyone will.” Mara inhaled slowly, steadying herself. “Then you’d better decide,” she said, “whether you want me visible… or untouchable.” I considered the chessboard forming in my mind. Selene pressing from the outside. Helena watching from confinement. Aria standing calm at the center of it all… unaware of just how many eyes were closing in. And now Mara Hale. A variable Selene hadn’t planned for. “Stay,” I said finally. “But stay formal.”

Even Rian asked her why she was laughing. “Calla. Are you hurt to see me hurt?” Marla said but no one said anything. “You don't even know who you are, right?” Calla looked at me, even Rian held an amused look. I was confused as I didn't get what she meant. But I saw Ulric, the way he stood up slowly made me guess he might have a glimpse of what Marla meant. “Your precious mother… she didn't just die...." Marla began with a smirk.

Mara said nothing; being such a complex choice, her mind was in total dichotomy. She adored Selene; she was a faithful friend and devotee. I wasn't surprised she started crying; she was having a hard time with the whole situation. “I have an idea,” Nick said. “I want you to tell me exactly where your parents are and tell me why you didn't say anything to me or Eugene.” “She controls everything,” Mara said immediately. "Clare knows everything; I don't know how, but she toyed with the idea of hurting you if she told you anything. I dare to tell now that the Alpha has finally awakened, but I'm afraid she'll find out."

"This is for females. I can assure you that he is not in there." Nora snorted, irritated that Talia just spilled a big secret. If Marcy tells Alpha Edward that Nora went to Drake's room, Nora might end up in trouble. "Who do you think you are?", Nora asked. "You approached me, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?", Talia responded with a question. "This is Marcy Redmayne, the future Luna of the Dark Howlers pack.", Nora said smugly while gesturing toward Marcy. Talia nodded in understanding and then glanced at Nora. "And you are her spokeswoman?"

My boots hit solid stone on the other side. The red-haired girl caught her breath, giggling as she leaned against the wall. “You’re the new girl, huh? The one who smashed the stone. I’m Mara, Rank 490.” She held up her string of broken badges. “I collect these from the ones thrown into the pit. Keeps me feeling lucky.” “Evangeline,” I said, sinking back onto my knees. “Does this happen every night?”

Everyone collapsed where they stood. Mara slid down the wall, knees drawn to her chest. Tears cut clean tracks through the dust on her cheeks. She was shaking, clutching the data crystal like a lifeline. “I… I’m not a soldier,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I have a family on Earth. A little sister who still thinks I’m coming home for her birthday. I’m going to die here, aren’t I? I’m not supposed to be here.”