Marlene Telegram Novels & Stories

A message notification popped up again. It was from an unknown number again. She tapped on it immediately. It was an invitation to a meet gala. The invitation read: It must be a privilege to be able to see Mandy the icon. You are highly welcome to my meet gala, sister-in-law. A meet gala with Mandy. Marley scoffed “It is a private line. It can not be traced.” Marley's thought was confirmed hours later and she hung up. Whom the hell sent her that message?

“You’re just dramatic.” “Oh, sorry, I don’t have teleporting privileges!” He ignores me again, scanning the cavern. His jaw tightens. “We don’t have long.” I rub my arms, shivering. “Kaelen… what was that thing earlier? The monster?” “A Feral,” he says quietly. “And not the last one.” I swallow. “They were after you, right? Not me?” Silence. Too long. “Kaelen?” I whisper. “They were after me?”

“Thought you might say that. What if I have something of yours?” I blinked and looked at Absinthe, seeing his gaze move to me and he shook his head, his eyes paling, fear coming to his features. “No Marley, don’t bite.” “What is it?” I whispered, and Abe closed his eyes, his bottom lip quivering. “Marley?” A ghost spoke through the phone, and I scrambled for it, holding it to my ear. “Linda!?” “If you want her Marlene, I am at your old apartment. Be here within the next 24 hours, or she dies for good this time.”

I couldn't even muster the energy or the motivation to help them. "Come back here, Jonah! I don't want you hurting yourself," I warned my youngest pup. "Imagine if you had more," Marlene chuckled. "After bleeding so bad with Jonah, Jubilee refuse to put me through it again," I replied. "I wish for just one more most days. Marlo is eighteen and I am still young. I don't want to wait much longer," Marlene sighed. "Marlene, why have you never gone back to Klaus? I mean, you were born and raised there. Aren't you afraid that your mate could be there and you're so far away?" I asked earning a strange look from her. "I-I..." she stuttered but said nothing. "What is it?" I asked. "I've gone back a

She hesitated, her hand hovering over it. “Answer it,” Marcus ordered. Marlene glared at him but obeyed. “Hello?” she said, her voice tight. A distorted voice came through the speaker, loud enough for us to hear. “You’re late, Marlene. Do you want your precious husband to survive, or should we speed things along?” My blood ran cold. “Put it on speaker,” I demanded. Marlene hesitated but complied, her hand shaking. “I—I told you I need more time.”

“I just emailed you his details.” “Good job, Mr. Emerson,” Marcel replied calmly. “I’ll have your balance sent to you shortly.” The line went dead. Marcel lowered the phone slowly, turning slowly to Nathan. "We have the bastard."

MEL My phone rings and I jolt awake from my sleep. I pick the phone from the side table thinking it’s probably Jonah again. My eyes fly wide open when I see it’s Marcia. She really is fearless, isn’t she? I take the call and put the phone to my ears. “Hi, Mel.” “Cut the bullshit Marcia, what do you want?” “Oh my… I’m just sincerely concerned about how you’re dealing with the news.” “You mean the ones you uploaded?”

You’ve got some nerve! [Exactly! And you dared call that ‘a huge sum of money’! You’re basically setting your daughter-in-law up to fail.] [Marlene’s something else, too! All those fancy posts she puts on Instagram turn out to be funded by Noelle.] Marlene went berserk when she saw those comments. She stopped fighting with Mason and turned to yell at me instead. “Noelle, you wretched woman! How dare you ruin my reputation in the group chat? I’ll tear you to pieces!”

But then again, his generosity wasn't so surprising—he had me as his endless source of funds, after all. In the family chat, Marlene asked: [Lizzie, where are you now? Why haven't you arrived yet? I'm still waiting for my clothes! I can't wait to take pictures in them!] Her message was promptly followed by another from Zack: [That's right! Lizzie, the sun here is so harsh. Without sunscreen, I'll get a sunburn!] When I didn't respond, Marlene called directly. "Lizzie, where the hell are you? What's taking you so long?"

Under the illumination of the street lamps, he looked noble and dazzling. After her two sons fell asleep, Marilyn took out another phone and sent a message to Margie. "A life for a life!" After a few short words were sent, she turned off the phone. Margie sent a lot of messages, asking who she was and what exactly she wanted to do. She ignored them. She only had one purpose. She wanted to know where she was hit. Margie would not answer her if she asked now. She waited patiently. Margie had been feeling uneasy for the past few days. Suddenly, the message notification she had specially set sounded, and she got nervous.