Marlon Surviving Summer Novels & Stories

(pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowed). Marlon: (Opened his fridge to get a can of beer) Please don't tell me you're canceling on me because of the Jock? (Raised his brow and stared straight at Hazel through the phone) Hazel: What? No ... I told you ... I have to wait for my parents ... and I'm not canceling on you ... I wanna do the summer program thing ... is that beer? Marlon: (Took a gulp of his beer) Uh ... huh ... good ... 'cause I got something I want to show you in Goldstone ... you have to come here and stay at my place.

S U M M E R “You were correct in your assumptions, Doctor Willis. Their DNA and every cell within their body is mutating faster every few hours.” “You can call me Summer, Marla. I think this constitutes a forced friendship,” I told her, looking up long enough to see her reaction. She was a cold fish, the kind of woman who was likely a ballbuster to men. Especially human men. The way Marla was looking at me was actually quite comical. She was doing her best not to stare but failing. “Summer then,” she said.

Summer ran her mouth as they walked there. “Quite good,” Marina responded curtly. “Are you being secretive now or there's just nothing to share?” Summer craned her neck to look at her well and then added with a grin, “Or perhaps, there's even nothing to tell.” Marina didn't respond to her and just sighed and Summer added, “Just as I thought, my brother's brain isn't dead yet.” They finally got to the sitting room and they sat on the chair. Marina was about to reach out to the remote before Summer abruptly overtook her, “You don't mind that, right? There's a show I wanna watch.”

"How have you been, Miss Granger?" Marlo grinned cheerfully on the other end of the phone, as if he only wanted to have a short talk with her. Mona grinned too. "Because of you, I am living a good life." Marlo clearly didn't think she would respond this way. "Recently, my unfilial son Marco seems to have upset you," he continued after a hollow laugh. “He is just dumb and can't stand when other people push him. He really doesn't want to do anything useful...”

“You thought you could just walk away? I’m coming for you both.” A cold chill ran down her spine. Leo grabbed the phone from her hands, his jaw tightening. “Who the hell—” Then, before he could finish— Another message came through. “See you soon. – M” Their world tilted. Marcella was dead. So who the hell just signed off with her initial. The waves rolled gently against the shore, the morning sunlight casting a golden glow over the secluded villa. The scent of salt and fresh citrus lingered in the air, a reminder that they were far away from the chaos they had left behind.

to the same cursed bunch that called themselves sages. "What on earth could i have done to them abominations, to have had it in for him this much?!" Marlon posed in anguish at the brutality. He would come out when it did rain, trace the pleasant smokey smell to where it was prominent constantly and persist there; for as long as he could to calm himself. The memories will replay vividly, the bright face of the Luna his forever young beautiful mother, the deep laughs of the Alpha his pitiable father, those funny laughs from derrick his lively kiddo, like live to his illusion. These fond playbacks ate away at his insides, taking him down a dark worm hole he would always struggle to piece himsel

Morton said and that earned him a slap on his face by Hayley. "Mind your tongue." She shouted and turned to the Head Alpha. "HE IS THE YOUNGEST PRINCE OF LOST DELTA PACK." She shouted and then turned to Mr. Morton. "A pack whom your brother couldn't stand. Whom you and your brother tried to wipe out." "But let me tell you you'll never get us vanished. We survived, he survived. And now we'll..." "Lost Delta?" David said in shock. His youngest son was special but weak, weaker than a normal omega.

Rainee Bianco stood at the front of the room, acting like she had everything under control. "Stop running around. The hallway's blocked, so we can't get out. Everyone, move into the triangle zones in the corners and wait for rescue. We'll be fine." My terrified classmates started cramming into the corners. I stared at Rainee's self-righteous face, my head spinning. I was back. Back at the exact moment the earthquake hit in my last life. After Rainee got drunk and drowned, Tristan lured me to the edge of a cliff.

They’d even discovered some common interests, including an inexplicable love for a random football team out West. The rest of the drive passed by in what seemed a blur with only a stop or two for bathroom breaks and road trip snacks, until they were once again rolling down the main street of Pebble Point. By now, the sidewalks were full of beach goers and summer visitors down from the nearest cities, enjoying all the little seaside village had to offer. It was a perfect beach day - not too hot with a light ocean breeze - and restaurant lunch time hours had just ended. Traffic was a little iffy, but not as bad as it would be on a weekend. And soon enough, Mitch had turned down the small side

Fernando said as he ran up to the doctor, but Azazel and Toshiro gripped his shoulders as their jaws clenched and shoved Fernando back on the floor roughly. The doctor was taken aback, stepping backwards as he was startled, especially that he's aware of the tattoos, "We're so sorry, but unfortunately, Mrs. Nina Marin is dead on arrival." Fernando's breath hitched as he shook his head in disbelief. "Allura? How about her?" Dominic and Leo asked. "Ms. Allura Marin survived." "Oh, thank you." The others drop a sigh of relief, especially the boys. "How about the bad news?" The doctors had to take a deep breath and look at each other before dropping their words.