Marlene Divergent Novels & Stories

Rhayden’s Alpha pulled into the driveway of the building, the small, beautiful form of Marlene stepping out, checking the house, gun raised, before she entered. My stomach flipped with the sight of the beautiful human. “Give me the internal view.” Rhayden moved, flicking the cameras to the view of the inside of the house. Marley entered the chamber of the basement, the door closing. The view changed again, showing her curled up on one of the beds, shaking as if in shock. There was a dark spread of blood across her chest, and I could see scrapes on her arms and the side of her face. I looked at Rhayden. “I’m going to get her.”

They deserve to know the truth. "Mom..." Marlene called again, diverting my attention to her. “Marlene, I don't know how you will react to my words, but I am sorry for hearing the truth from you all these times," I said, taking her hand in mine and looking into her eyes. “What do you mean?” Marlene asked, her voice filled with confusion and concern. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. "Marian, she is your biological mother,” I said, not taking my eyes off her. “Marine gave birth to you; she is Brnadon's ex-wife." I finally said that, hoping that Marlene would understand the gravity of the situation.

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

Maria lay on her bed, completely eaten up by the thoughts of what had happened the day before. That question was the eye clearer she needed to realize she bore no connection with anyone in the world, she was all alone, a chess piece in a huge game of scramble. How awfully unfamiliar that felt. The only person she could mention she had severed their connections in the hopes of becoming something bigger, something better. Maria thought if her craving for relevance was what drove her, or if her passion was driven by the insatiable urge to be seen. It was on days like this that getting out of bed was tasking, and she had no interest in performing any tasks, so she slept there, allowing the thoug

With a sudden surge of strength, Elena slammed Jasmine into the wall, and Elena's fists continued to rain down blows on Jasmine until she slid to the floor, unconscious. The inmates burst out into cheers, their voices echoing as they celebrated Elena's victory. The sound of sirens filled the air, followed by the crash of batons on the floor. The police stormed into the room, and as they shocked Elena with a stun gun, her body fell to the ground, unconscious. ********** Elena's eyes gazed blankly at the grey walls of her solitary confinement, her mind a maze of thoughts and emotions. Memories flooded her mind, each one a painful reminder of her downfall.

Chloe's face stiffened. Then every trace of smugness and arrogance vanished. Her lips trembled. She tried to speak, but only a dry breath came out. Derek's eyes widened. He stepped forward and reached for the papers. Sweat beaded along his temples, and his voice shook. "Helena... Helena, what does this mean? What are you doing?" Marlene panicked completely, repeating the same words over and over. "She's crazy... She's crazy... That woman has lost her mind..."

Then, on a rainy Thursday evening, Kian walked into the living room with his phone in hand and that careful expression he wore when he was about to hand me something heavy. “They found her,” he said. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Marlene Cross?” He nodded. “She’s alive. Seventy-eight now. Living in a nursing home outside Hartford. Declan spoke to her this morning.” Matteo, who had been reading reports at the dining table, stood and came to sit beside me on the couch. His hand found mine immediately. “What did she say?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Kian sat across from us, elbows on his knees. “She remembers a young woman, early twenties, dark hair, terrified but determined. Pa

The silver hair disappeared into a matte-white dome. DIVERGENT FACTOR LOGGED, a three-tone frequency boomed from the clouds above. STORING ARCHIVE TO PRIMARY DRIVE. "I'm not archiving, " Elara screamed into the wind. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She alternated between the ink of the pen and the plastic of the keys as she rewrote the geography of her life. The highway is open. The limousine passed us in the lane. Julian Sterling is looking out the window. He is looking at the rain.

And in the center of the storm, she floated. Her back arched unnaturally, hair lifted in invisible winds, eyes glowing beneath fluttering lids. Her lips parted, breathless, and her fingers twitched as streaks of silver-blue energy raced along her skin like lightning cracks. Marlyn dropped to her knees. “She’s remembering.” “Remembering what?” Darian growled, stepping forward even as the power tried to push him back. Marlyn's voice trembled now. “Everything. Her past life. Her death. Her betrayal. All of it.”

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**