Marlowe Review Novels & Stories

Sophia was taken aback when she realized Yan had chosen to watch an adult movie. "What's going on, guys?" Sophia exclaimed, shocked by their choice. "Oh, come on, Sophia. We're all mature enough to handle an adult movie, stop being a kid " Yan replied dismissively. Samuel and Madison were fuming in anger at the audacity of these guys to behave like this to Sophia. " She has a class and standard unlike you all, and if she is not comfortable in watching such movies, she will never watch and dare anyone influence or force her in anything " Samuel ordered with his voice being loud and clear to everyone shaking them in fear.

I shouted in anger. If only looks could kill. " Well too bad cause your thumbprint on this contract states that you agreed to get married to him or else your mother would be arrested and sent to prison for life" Rachel said sarcastically with a wide smirk on her face. My eyes went wide as saucers, what do they mean?. " What are you talking about! I never thumbprinted anything" I asked curiously, fear was slowly starting to seep in my mind and I felt myself going insane.

They were already in too deep. A soft voice broke through her storm of thoughts. “You shouldn’t be seen with him.” Selene turned sharply to see Marlowe, one of Alaric’s closest advisors, standing in the shadows. His pale eyes glittered with something dark—curiosity, suspicion, maybe even amusement. She straightened her spine, forcing her face into a neutral mask. "Is there a reason you’re lurking in corners, Marlowe?" His lips twitched in a smirk. "Perhaps I enjoy watching little rebels plot their downfall."

Elena's heels glinted in the light, as Maria placed them on the floor in front of Elena. With a gentle movement, Elena lowered her feet into the heels, her toes sliding into the sleek interior. She stood tall, her leg extended as the heel seemed to mould itself to her leg, its glass surface glinting as she moved. Maria's hands went up and down, then came to rest to her sides, her eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. "You look breathtaking."Maria's lips barely parted, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to dissolve in the air. Elena's gaze met Maria's, a soft smile playing on her lips."Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself."

Those words swept away the remaining awkward atmosphere around the room and everyone started to chime in agreement, raising their glasses and drinking a toast. “Honestly, I can not believe that Elijah, who was so humble throughout our marriage, could beat up uncle Elmer like that!” Melina mumbled in a daze, zoning out on her uncle's scars. “It's because you had him in check and made sure he knew where he stood with us... That is why he was so modest, dear. But now that he's with a rowdy woman, what do you expect!” Martha let out to her daughter. “This only proves that you raised Melina well.” Madam Jewel announced, enjoying the good mood she was feeling.

even though I want to claw the eyes of the Queen Bee. “Keep telling yourself that.” “Whatever,” I mutter as I turn back to the stage. Mr. Marshall is walking off now, and there's cheering and clapping. I remain indifferent and cross my arms over one another and clasp them on my back. His eyes meet mine before he smirks. “Thank you.” His voice seems more profound than the last time we saw it, which is impossible.

~The importance of mental well-being has often been an overlooked dynamic in marriages.~ Hailey stood outside her home, the air heavy with anticipation, uncertainty, and a hint of nostalgia. The familiar red door loomed ahead—a barrier between her past and her uncertain future. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay on the other side. She had agreed to give her marriage to Rome a chance, even with the presence of Sarah, his new live-in girlfriend. It felt surreal; this was her home, yet it felt like a place she had no right to enter. Her heart was a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions, each wave threatening to engulf her.

In the moonlight, he looked almost young again—not the cold killer I'd married, but the man who'd fallen in love with a traumatized girl in a burning doorway. Fair enough. I'd fallen in love with the monster who'd made me a queen. The garden smelled of roses and gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. Just another night in Brooklyn. Just another chapter in the story of the Moretti family. And we were just getting started.

Searching for the switch i switched the lights on The lights flicker a bit before they come on, and the whole room feels kinda empty but not in a bad way… more like waiting to be filled This place smells like wood and maybe a little bit of paint like no one’s really lived here yet. It’s not big, but it’s clean. There’s a couch sitting there like it’s been waiting too long, and a small kitchen right in front with those shiny marble counters I only ever see on P*******t. I drop my luggage by the couch and walk to the big window Holy shit, the view,the air feels warm and dry against my cheeks,i swear for a second i felt like the whole city is breathing without me

“Including you, Coven Master Marlowe. It takes the older wolf a moment to realize what Hawthorne is implying, but when it does finally settle in his mind, it is clear through the way his nose curls as if smelling something sour. “Ah,” Marlowe snorts, dusting off his robes as if standing in the room made them dirty. “Hybrids seem to spring from your loins left and right, Coven Mistress Thorpe. I am starting to wonder if you are even a witch at all.” “She’s a better witch than you’ll ever be,” Thorne stands a bit straighter. “You chicken hearted son-of-a..”