Marni Mann Novels & Stories

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

The first was 'too revealing', the next, 'too colorful' and it went on like that. I was losing my patience already. How could he be so inhumane?! I felt like I was really going to lose my cool if he threw any more stupid comments my way. While I was still thinking of what to do, I sighted a dress out of the corner of my eye and I turned to check it. I was so glad I did. It was a sky blue off the shoulder satin gown. The top half was fitted, from the waist down it was flared. The front stopped just above the knees of the mannequin but the back went all the way to the ground. It was beautiful.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

He had never seen such a display of power, had no idea that witches were capable of so much. The dark-haired leader stepped forward and waved. She was a little paler than she had been upon her first arrival but looked remarkably unphased by the massive amounts of energy she’d just channeled. “You’re welcome,” she said. “The name’s Marnie. I’m a friend of Ava’s.” Dylan let out a scoff that quickly morphed into a disbelieving bark of laughter, “Of fucking course you are. Ava would make friends who could incinerate a small army. The girl has absolutely no sense and too fucking many people skills!”

Someone cuts through the crowd… “Shit,” I hiss under my breath but not silent enough, apparently, because I feel Soren boring holes into the side of my face with his gaze. Marianna ascends onto the platform gripping her violin. Her shoulder length dark hair is pinned away from her face in a neat half up, half down style that shows off the curve of her glorious cheekbones and stunningly bright blue eyes. Her body is draped in a black gown that hugs curves I don’t remember. Her fullness is… I’d felt it in the pool, of course, four days ago. Held her for a single moment and felt her heat, her skin.

- Roberto startled and yelled at Mariane, he faced her and squeezed her arm tighter, making her barely scream in pain. "I know, I know, love, I thought that if there was such a sum of money, but I gravel his real name is called Mason Keast, you can see that he is a powerful man. Because he had hundreds of dollars in his wallet..." Mariane lowered her head and began to move her fingers out of nervousness.

People pretended a lot these days—herself included. The elevator stopped at the ninth floor, its doors pried open, revealing the figure of a man, whose brown hair was messy and wet but fell on his face in the most amazing way. His deep blue eyes stared into hers as he drew heavy but sharp breaths. His light blue shirt was folded to the elbow level, revealing his muscly and veiny arms that held the elevator's door. She felt a tingling sensation course through the sinful parts of her gracious body. Time seemed to have stopped for Maria. Who was this man and why did he look like the gods had spent a month perfecting his looks?

Yvana I leave the small room where Maïeil is kept then I take the road to my apartment. I didn't come with my driver, but rather with one of my guys that I use to do some dirty work. I have to go and continue doing my body care to be radiant on my wedding day. I won't let Maïeil or anyone else ruin my marriage. I am determined to go all the way. It's not when I'm ready for the goal that this skin of glue will come and fuck up my projects. As soon as I manage to have the wave put on my finger, I intend to wait a few days to announce to Dinam that I had a faintness which caused a miscarriage. Fortunately, Doctor Maurice is present, he will take care of everything.

Really similar. "Minato?" Her breasts received a sudden burst of pain. The strange man played with the soft curves of her breasts, painting on the sensitive nipples for a good warm-up. His head bent down to nibble one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked softly, causing her to shiver and curl up in a groan. Stopping suddenly, he whispered into Marris' ear with a raspy, enchanting voice: "If you mention that name again tonight... I'll kill you"

They maintained their positions with military precision, a small reminder that this wasn’t just a celebration, it was a display of power. Standing on the raised platform at the head of the room was Antonio Marino. His sharp Armani suit and perfectly styled hair framed a face that could intimidate and charm in equal measure. At 26, he was already a name whispered in respect and fear throughout the underworld. By his side stood Daisy Fontana, her soft blonde hair flowing freely over her shoulders, her blue gown clinging to her delicate body. She radiated beauty and elegance.