Marlowe Review Novels & Stories

Love and marriage could not be as valuable as they appear, just like Marvin confidently proposing and professing his love. Sarah gave a small smile. "Marvin, be careful with your words. Don't tell women you like them so easily, and certainly don't rush into promises of marriage. It can cause confusion." Marvin's hand tensed behind him, out of Sarah’s sight. “By the way, was there a Pagani here last night?" She asked with a hint of intent. Marvin, visibly irritated, hesitated at first. Then, he reluctantly admitted, "Marcelo was here."

Leon frowned and finished tucking the strand into place. He stepped forward and put himself in front of me, like a knight guarding a princess. His muscles drew tight, the lines of them showing through his fitted shirt. "Richard Marlowe. Watch your tone." Richard's breathing was heavy as a broken bellows. "You dare talk to me like that? I'm Don Marlowe!" "I'll give you three seconds. Step away from my wife. Step away from Elise." I leaned out from behind Leon. "I'm not your wife."

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."

I was sweating and breathless and so desperate for him. I barely got a glimpse of his face before he swept me into his arms, and his mouth captured mine. His tongue pushed its way between my lips and rebranded my mouth as his own once more. I pushed back, rubbing my body against his, desire and passion sliding over my skin as it slid against his. Consciously, I knew I was branding him as well, and the thought pleased me on a basic level. -Mara. - He moaned in desperate elation. -Tohr, I never thought I'd see you again. I had all but given up hope. - I admitted back.

“What did I just do?” Across from her, Alden Rowe seemed thinner now, his outline blurring at the edges like fog dissolving in morning light. “You accepted the watch,” he said. “The light answers to the one who chooses it.” “I didn’t choose anything!” she shot back. “You said the town—” “And you stayed.” Another tremor rippled through the cliff, but weaker this time. Below, the massive shape sank slowly into darker water. Not gone. Just deeper. Waiting. Mara forced herself to look at the lens. It was no longer cracked and dusty. The glass shimmered, polished and whole, casting a beam far across the ocean. Symbols faintly glowed along the brass frame—spirals and wave-like markings she had nev

"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?"

And that'd be it. What!! Did he just say that is all I needed to know about him, even though he knows me so well? Clara would have let it go and remained silent in the past. I am Chole now, and I will undoubtedly discover what I want. I will not be forced to do anything against my will. "All right." I shrugged. Raising his head, he paused his computer typing and raised his eyebrows in inquiry. "After meeting with Sloane, I was pleased with the dresses she showed me. We also talked about other matters, so we can move forward with the wedding." I responded to his brow furrowed inquiry.