Marlowe Review Novels & Stories

Marlowe took another slow step toward me until the expensive scent of her perfume wrapped around the air between us. Then her voice dropped lower. “Here’s a little advice, Mae.” Her smile remained perfectly in place. “Stay away from Cole Ashford.” The name meant nothing to me. “I don’t know who that is,” I admitted honestly. One of the girls beside her gasped like I had committed a crime. Marlowe only laughed softly. “Trust me,” she murmured. “You will.” Before I could respond, she tilted her head slightly. “And when you do…” her eyes darkened just a little, “…don’t mistake his attention for kindness.”

Marlow just looked at me with a blank expression on his face, but I have spent about a week with him and I knew it meant “I’m glad you found a way around your skin reaction and can now shower like a human being.” “You know, just for once I’d like to hear your voice.” He gave me a blank stare and then looked away when Miles handed him the tablet so he could make his order. “Hey, do you guys know Trevor Reed?” I asked deciding to give up on getting Marlow to talk to me. Instantly, all their faces became sour and grumpy. “Everyone knows Trevor Reed,” Miles spat with disgust. He sounded like a Disney villain with his accent, I almost giggled.

Marrow stood near the long glass table with his back turned toward the entrance, his tall silhouette framed by the enormous windows overlooking the city lights. He did not look surprised when the doors closed behind Lysander and Adrian. In fact, he did not even turn around immediately. Instead he finished pouring a glass of dark wine from a crystal decanter resting on the table, swirling it gently before lifting the glass toward the skyline as though admiring a painting. “You are punctual,” he said calmly. Only then did he turn to face them. The faint smile resting on his lips carried the unsettling calm of a man who had already played several moves ahead in a game no one else fully underst

Everything in my world was a different color now. I saw him then, standing beside the barn, just another shadow in the darkness, licked by the orange light of the flames. He might have been laughing, he might have been crying. I don’t know - I couldn’t see his face. That was the thing about Marlowe, you could never see his face. I walked to him as if he’d called me. He’d cast and directed us all; we’d each played our roles for him perfectly. That was his gift.

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Marlowe’s POV The sunlight streaming in through the open curtains woke me up. The sound of someone breathing caused me to turn to my side. A surprising sense of calm washed over me as I realized where I was. The memory of last night came to me in a rush. The feel of Callum’s fingers on my skin, his tongue in my mouth and his dick deep in my hungry wet pussy. I remembered the way he had looked at me as he had brought me unexplainable pleasure akin to the warmth of a raging fire.

The door just beside the podium was pushed open by one of the stand by guards and a man dressed in smooth Tom Ford suit and his hair sleeked back in style stepped forward. My eyes ran from his toe that was covered in a undoubtedly expensive shoes to the ironed pattern of his trousers, to the well buttoned suit of his then finally landed on the face which had my heart skipping and my entire world crumbling as that familiar orbs clashed with mine, giving the greatest shock of my life. Jason Thorne in Tom Ford was Sin!

Ella started pitying Clara and prayed for her victory, although she didn’t even know her whereabouts much. Each of them had their eyes turn dark red as they growled ferociously. The sound rattled the bones of the audience, which was split into two groups. One group cheered for Amelia, while the other group cheered for Clara. Amelia cut a gash into Clara’s ears, and Clara reacted by biting at Amelia’s unguarded shoulders. Amelia howled, trying to shake her off. Clara tried to keep the hold, but soon she lost her grip as she was thrown back, knocking into the crowd of werewolves.

His jaw is set, and his dark eyes are so cold and heartless. He doesn’t even flinch under my glare, doesn’t so much as blink. He makes me feel like I’m just an inconvenient problem that he has already moved past. Like I never mattered. A sharp, bitter laugh escapes my lips, the sound foreign even to me. "You really have no soul, do you?" He says nothing. He shows not even a sign of remorse. That silence? That awful silence? It tells me everything I need to know. I feel sick. My stomach churns violently, bile rising up my throat. My fingers clutch the divorce papers so hard that the edges curl against my palm.

Once Howard saw who it was, his attitude flipped. "Darcy, you think I'm stupid?" He pointed at Elias. "Isn't this the double I paid 15 thousand dollars for? What, the wedding act wasn't enough, now you're still pretending to be a devoted couple?" Joyce clapped a hand over her mouth, feigning shock as she looked at me, but her eyes were full of scorn. "Darcy, how could you be like this? Howard is already stressed out with the business, and instead of helping, you bring in an actor to needle him, that's really insensitive."