Marlene Divergent Novels & Stories

When I was done, I sat there anxiously waiting for her to come out. “What is she doing in there, why is she not out yet?” Steven was getting impatient, so was I but I acted calm. “Trust me, it’s a good thing she is in there for this long.” Steven raised an eyebrow in confusion. The door to Aurora’s room opened and Doctor Marlene walked out. I stood and gestured to the sandwich and orange juice on the counter. “Have something to eat.” She glared at me. now I could see her clearly. It was her, Doctor Marlene. But she had lost so much weight and had a scar on her cheek.

"You seem tense this morning, sir. Let me help with that." I arched a brow, my expression unchanging, but the hunger gnawed deeper. Elena's delay was infuriating, a spark to my already smoldering need. Marlene knew the game; she'd played it before—quick, dirty relief in the sanctity of my office, no strings, just raw release. "Tense?" I echoed, my voice low and dangerous. "You think you can fix that, Marlene?"