Marlowe Review Novels & Stories

A forced smile appeared on Treyton. "Being married is not my type, so it was difficult for me in the beginning but now, it's all smooth not until the condition seems back. . . And I don't know what fucking to do, Doctor Webster." "Is this like your condition before? Tell me exactly what happened-- what it's really feels like?"

Marlowe is putting on another performance for her mate. Elowen sits up straighter, a cold, vicious smirk spreading across her dark face. "You may strike my face all you wish when we are alone, sister, but must you dig your claws so deeply into my wrists while pretending to comfort me?" Marlowe’s dark eyes flare with sudden terror. She instantly yanks her hands back as if burned, glancing nervously up at Calloway in the mirror. Calloway turns his gaze out his own side window, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitches in his cheek. Elowen flexes her fingers, feeling the tiny puncture marks Marlowe’s claws had left on her dark skin.

I read it, put my phone down, and go back to the final details of the Marlow redesign, which opens in three weeks and which is taking up every available corner of my brain in the best and most welcome possible way. The project is the thing I need right now. The concrete tangible beautiful thing that has nothing to do with contracts or feelings or Ryan Carter’s transparent attempts to orbit back into my life. It is mine. Entirely mine. The brief and the vision and the execution, all of it, and when I stand in the Marlow lobby on a Tuesday afternoon three weeks from now and see what I build with my own hands and my own eye and my own stubbornly non-ordinary taste, I want it to be clean. Unclut

wait, apparently he's having an affair with Ava? He clutched the armrests hard, his jaws contracting as Marlow restarted his twisted game. This was definitely too much of a coincidence to be a mistake. Jace's fingers pushed into the armrests, a growl rising in his throat. He tossed the photo back at Marlow, scowling. "What is this? Why are you showing me this?" Jace's voice was angry, his patience thin. Marlow's smile was smooth. "I thought you would like to know what your wife is up to while you’re busy running your business. She’s a very beautiful woman, after all."

The woman I had discovered was married. She looked breathtaking tonight...stunning in a way only my eyes seemed to notice. My heart pounded uncontrollably. And then I saw him. The man beside her. Her arm hooked into his. Her radiant smile aimed at him. Probably Her husband. “Do you know them?” I asked Richard in a flat voice, though deep inside I craved the answer. For them to be here, they weren’t ordinary people. “Yes,” Richard replied calmly. “She’s my wife’s best friend, Marceline Valemont. And that’s her husband, Philip Stanmore, CEO of Stanmore Global.”

3rd Person POV “Marriage was supposed to be about love, trust, and building a life together.” That was always Suzy’s answer whenever someone asked her about marriage. But it seemed like that belief would end today. Right now, she was sitting in front of a lawyer, holding a pen as a marriage contract lay on the table before her. “Are you okay, Ms. Suzy?” the lawyer asked seriously, observing her pale face. Suzy blinked and forced herself to look at the papers again.

"Do you understand me?" But instead of fear, I see satisfaction in his eyes, like he's won some twisted game. He doesn't resist, doesn't flinch, just looks at me with that damn smirk. "Touched a nerve, did I?" I release him, shoving him back into the chair with more force than necessary. He straightens his suit, still grinning like the arrogant bastard he is. "This was fun, Liam," Marco says as he stands, brushing off his collar. "We should do it again sometime. Maybe next time we can talk more about your lovely wife."

"It's fine, we understand. It's very kind of you to come here to pay respects to a member of the Hersch family, Miss Everton." I felt disgusted by her words. There were hardly any faults when it came to Jewel. She had a beautiful face, and talent. Even when she was being petty, she did it with grace. However, Jewel was supposed to be born a butterfly, but she chose to become a fly. Thank goodness this fly managed to find a rotten egg like Ian. The look in my eye was cold and distant. "There is no need for any physical touching, Mr. Langham. You wouldn't want Miss Hersch to misunderstand, would you?"

"Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company." A picture of Lucas and Amy's cruel faces came into my view. I thought about all the sacrifices I made in my marriage with Lucas. I thought about everything I’d done for Amy as my best friend and how they choose to repay me. They both deserved to be punished, to feel the heart wre

Shit I don’t get anxiety but tonight it was overwhelming at the thought of introducing her to the guests we have tonight. “What? of course not” Maria denied straightening herself out as she was left standing on the last step alone since Aimee was now being caressed in Lorenzo’s arms. His previous furry no longer visible as he placed a kissed to her lips. “You look exquisite” Marcel complemented offering Maria his hand, her smile was so bright and genuine that I made a mental note to bring it out again tonight, I loved the site. “Thank you, it was a gift from a very handsome man” she said placing her hand in his as she allowed him to help her from the last step.