Novelas y relatos de Marni Mann

She was wearing a denim 3/4 dolman sleeve jacket and black skinny jeans. Finally, Denise Mariano. Twenty-three years old. Currently working as a cashier at Nadia's restaurant. Not very tall and measuring 5 '5 cm. The face is also round but small, the tip of the nose is just right, the eyes are light-brown, the eyebrows are also quite thick, the hair is quite curly, and she is wearing a pink sweatshirt, black leggings and colored rubber shoes. *** Baron was currently walking in a park as he looked around and seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive.

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

“May I know your name?” “The other stopped dead on her tracks. Slowly, she faced Ellaine, “Margarette. You can call me Marge. How about your name?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Margarette was suddenly flabbergasted when Ellaine smiled at her. “How unusual. You have too much color on your eyes.” It was no more than a whisper meant as a sentiment rather than a declaration. “Color?” “Yes. Not all humans have those and those who have it are commonly special.” She chuckled, “I’m afraid I have said too much. Don’t mind me, it’s unimportant. Nobody would have believed it anyway.”

For the first time in months, the cold inside me stopped. This man was sweet. Maybe he was my mate and he would change everything about me. Afterward, I lay shaking against his chest, trying to catch my breath. His fingers went through my rough, unkempt hair. “I enjoyed you, mate,” he whispered, his deep blue eyes soft yet really possessive. “You are stronger than you realize, Annie. Sleep now and regain your strength.” His words cut through the warmth I was feeling in my body. I tried to push myself up, but my limbs were hard as stone. “Wait… what is your name? What pack do you belong to?”

The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world. I was young, rich, beautiful, and successful. Everything anybody could ever wish for. Being the CEO at 26 had created so many opportunities for me and now I was leading the most successful company in the world. “Ah, Maria. Nice to meet you” An old man who I immediately recalled as Mr Lionel from old family dinners greeted me as he bowed slightly. I immediately returned the gesture and straightened up to see him looking around. “Ah, where's Allen?” The man's eyes scanned around the room, looking for him.

I held my head high, keeping my hand on Emilia’s while Dahlia moved ahead to clear space. The kids didn’t seem to notice the stares, which was a relief. We found a table by the glass wall, and I was just reaching for the menu when I heard a sharp click of heels, close to our table. I looked up and my eyes met with those of Mariah Mancini in the flesh. She still looked beautiful but with her fake tits that could almost be poked with a pin and her butt that looked nothing but plastic and balloons. Why do beautiful women tend to damage their natural beauty for tits and ass?

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Arieon sheepishly smiled, "I'm sorry, I don't understand Italian" Linda chuckled, "My bad. My name is Linda Martini, I'm Mr. Armani's Personal Assistant". Arieon felt a little tinge of jealousy in her chest. The woman standing in front of her was a walking goddess compared to her. Maybe it was a bad idea coming here, she thought. "I'm Arieon Armani, Enzo's wife", she said. Linda's eyes widened and then a large smile overtook her face. "I know that Mr. Armani got married but I've never seen his wife. My, my. You are so beautiful", she said.

Hank Mancini bowed to no one, get the fuck outta here. I threw on my Armani gear. Today was businessman suave. Crisp white shirt, opened at the collar, under a steel grey suit, no tie, I hate those shits. I think the fuck who invented them had some type of auto erotic asphyxiation fetish, and found the perfect way to hang the fuck out of himself all day, getting his jollies, while fooling the world that his creation was the next best thing in fashion. I barely passed a comb through my unruly black curls, because the shit did its own thing anyway, no matter what I did, so why bother? Opening my watch safe, I perused my collection, before settling on a Breitling.

Jackson, one of the few individuals I can stand, inquires. "No-" "Yes!" Marnie almost trips as she stands up. I'll perform. Such awful girls. Alright, Jackson smirks and gives her a perplexed look. Then move forward, baby. He did not simply wander there. I yell at him, standing up to block his view of Marnie in her sexy dress, "Back off, dick." He extends his hands in submission and says, "Sorry, guy. I had no idea you had made a bid for her.