Marlowe Review Novels & Stories

Joe had not the slightest clue about the woman he had entangled himself with; if he did, he would run the other way. Imela snapped out of her thoughts when she heard another footstep drawing close, and her head turned around to find out who was coming. A few more steps and, Marlo entered the room, wearing a grey three-piece suit. He looked rather dashing and presentable—a better image than she had ever seen. Imela had forgotten about seeing him at Marcel's birthday party weeks ago because of the horror that happened right after. Marlo came to the States, and he was in on the entire plan from the very beginning.

It would go to waste in a cinema dressed like this. He got tickets for '10 things I hate about you', the 1999 movie at the, wait... "The Marlowe Revue?" I almost turned completely in my seat, "you bought movie tickets from the Marlowe Revue!!" I exclaimed, jumping in my seat while Rowan chuckled at my happiness. "Yes, babe." "But, how did you..." I trailed off, not even knowing what to say, I read the logo and name on the ticket again, just to be sure I was seeing the right things.

I wandered to a spacious square by the sea. It was populated with werewolves. The sea was not far away. Young couples leaned against the railing, shooting photos. Some of them asked me to help take photos of them. I could not refuse requests from lovely wolf couples. I stood on my own, looking far away. The phone kept ringing. The first one was from my parents. “Mom.” “Young Alphas are engaged to their Luna, and they are having Soulmoon wine. What are you doing?” I smiled at the phone.

Even if it wasn't what I'd imagined. I arrived at Marlowe's at five to seven and asked for the east window table. The restaurant was everything Ethan had described; low light, white linen, the kind of place that made you feel like whatever you were about to say mattered. The view through the glass was the city at its most forgiving hour, all gold and blur and movement. I ordered a glass of Burgundy and I looked at the menu and I didn't let myself check my watch. He'd said seven-thirty. It was seven-ten. I had time.

I read the card. Faye Marlowe leans back in her chair, copper curls tumbling over one bare shoulder, green eyes dancing with mischief as if this entire gathering is a private performance staged for her amusement. Opera royalty. The Marlowes have commanded stages for generations. Their voices could fill cathedrals without amplification. Their names alone could sell out entire seasons. She catches my gaze and winks at me again. As if we shared a secret. I am not sure whether to feel chosen—or targeted.

No one knew that the room still contained everything about my dear wife. ‘’Mary,’’ I called her name again as I grabbed her portrait from the walls. My wife's face still glows in her picture even after death. She was a naturally beautiful woman, and she never wore makeup or did artificial hair because her long dark raven hair that dropped to her shoulders was enough hair for her already. She was the best thing ever to happen to me, and moving on without her was all a lie. I had moved on to get my revenge on Charlene for being responsible for their death, but I was not the villain.

The living room looked like a frat party gone wild, with a dozen randos guzzling booze like it was the end of the world. "Matthias, man, you've got it made in the shade with this mansion. We're all living it up thanks to you," one of them toasted." "Totally, and that sweet ride, a cool 150 grand, don't forget to toss us a bone," another added. Matthias Jamison was eating up the adoration, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

They grabbed him by both hands, dragging him out of the ward as he continued to shout. “This is not the end, Marlowe. I'll fuck you up! I'll ruin you! Fucking bastard!” His voice became distant as the director shut the door and I heaved out a sharp breath. Belle was still lying on the floor, eyes glued to the ground in shame when the director spoke again. “Mr. Marlowe, I think you should check the envelope.” My heart skipped a beat as I opened it to read the result. For a moment, it felt like time went still, and I forgot how to breathe.

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