Marlon Surviving Summer Novels & Stories

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

Joe exclaimed, aghast. It was evidence enough for the rest of the room to realize the news was real. They quickly gathered around the phone and watched the video together. It was his silhouette, his mannerism, his figure. It was Zayn. Dick could not contain his shock and cried, “It really is Sergeant Larson! But how?! We watched him die in that big bang! An explosion of that magnitude isn’t something a fleshy human could just survive!” “It’s the Aeon Karpos,” Byleth reeled out of his initial shock and answered pensively, “He consumed the Ambrosia Fruit, so he survived, recovered in a matter of days, and came back without a single scratch.”

Clint roared with fury. "Try it, then!" Summer glared at him. Her eyes suddenly turned red with emotion. "Old man, don't you think you're ridiculous? I was only six years old when my parents died, and now I'm 21. It's been fifteen years. Have you cared for me even once? Do you even know how I survived?" She continued, "Do you know what I had to go through just to stay alive? And now you want me to quit acting? That's easy for you to say. What am I supposed to eat? How am I supposed to live? Are you going to provide for me?"

Carl cursed. Amid the chaos, Carl determined not to lose the fish they'd caught, moved toward Theo, helping him untangle the net from the anchor chain. He clung to the side of the boat, battered by rain and flashes of lightning, with waves that seemed relentless in their attempt to smash their boat. Theo shouted, trying to stop his dad's reckless actions, but Carl's grip weakened, and he slipped, falling into the sea amid the panicked screams of the crew. "No! Dad!"

And it was here, in the very pool where the seawater had been brought in, that the truth began to unravel. “Curse…” Marlon muttered under his breath, his words a mere whisper in the heavy silence that surrounded him. But as he watched the two figures by the pool, the horror of what he was seeing filled him with a sudden urgency. The curse wasn’t just some passing misfortune—it was something far darker. “Curse!” he repeated, this time louder, his voice carrying across the yard, echoing into the air. He couldn’t stop himself, even as the words spilled from his mouth. “Mermaid! Curse! You should leave Eldoria!” he shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. His heart pounded in h

It wasn't from Jennifer, but from Julian, who had used the last of his strength to shoot Marcel in the shoulder from a distance. Marcel’s grip loosened. He clutched his blood-stained shoulder, glaring at Julian with murderous intent. However, the sound of police sirens began to echo in the distance. Marcel knew his time was up. "Enjoy your remaining time, Jennifer. Marcus is waiting for you at the bottom of the sea," Marcel shouted as he ran towards a motorcycle hidden behind the bushes and sped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind. Jennifer wasted no time. She snatched the spare car keys from Julian. "Julian, you must stay here until help arrives. Protect Aurora!"

Marlon thought it was too dangerous to let his bored boss stay at this boring party any longer, and he hoped that the party would end soon. As he watched the stage as all three members of the family happily handed a piece of birthday cake to everyone in attendance, Marlon knew that Steen would never want to join the happiness. On the contrary, the black-haired man would definitely choose to stay outside the bubble. Marlon also knew that Steen didn't care about his half-brother at all, and that was why he suddenly heard sirens in his head when he saw how the birthday boy suddenly stepped off the stage and walked towards the man standing next to him.

The heartbroken Shawn tried to stop them, but they beat him bloody as well. Frustration took over him as he looked at me. "Are you happy now? You threw her under the bus! Now, apologize!" I sniggered, took my phone out, and played a video. It was a conversation between Queenie and Shawn. I was planning to have this team building at Saialand. However, they switched it to an outdoor survival program, all because Queenie wanted to have some fun. And their wonderful plan landed us on this abandoned island. Now that the truth was out, the mob didn't hold back. They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo.

If what Aliana said was true, then her current life is no worse than the Harriman family's. Did I bring it back just for her own good? For the first time, Joshua had a question. His rare silence made Marlon particularly pleased. "I didn't feel like talking to you, I went to rest." "You couldn't rest, Mom was looking for a partner for us, so you couldn't rest today either." Tsk! Marlon's recently lifted good mood suddenly plummeted to the bottom. But I couldn't refuse Jazmine directly. Sure enough, Jazmine saw her two sons at the scene from a distance and immediately her eyes lit up, not allowing them to escape.

(Holgun Iron Horn) “I guess the survivor guilt has been building up in their hearts, huh…”. “I supposed that is true, Your Highness…Marlo and the others has already freed themselves for quite some time now….and they have been enjoying their life so far…with the job and the privileges that they have now….but even so, there are still left of their comrades…still struggling everyday….for Marlo…he wanted to help them badly…”.(Holgun Iron Horn) “.….such things happened every time in this cruel world, Holgun…all that we can do is just do what we can…”.