Marni Mann Novels & Stories

I mumble under my breath. "What?" Zach sounds taken aback at my outburst, and I can't blame him, to him what I said probably doesn't make a lick of sense. "Who's Kenton, Amaris?" Glendon asks, his voice gentle. "He's…Kenton is the one who helped me through my first shift." 'Mate', my wolf yaps excitedly at the mention of his name. 'Tell them he's our mate.' No!

She winked at him, catching him staring at her pussy. "Naughty much, Nikki, going with no panties on?" the other woman spoke up. Aaron had learned she was a petite Filipino woman named Marinella. She had small breasts, but wore a slutty maid's outfit that complimented her darker skin and showed off her legs. She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure. She was definitely very cute. "Says the girl in the slutty maid outfit?" she said, laughing.

Jenni I am back in the clearing. The heat is unbearable, the smell of burning flesh and fur is so intense it is seared into my senses. The screams of agony for help and death are louder still, I can feel my skin start to bubble with pain as it starts to fill with water and puss. The pain is so bad I am screaming and I hope that it isn't coming out to where my family can hear. I don't want them to know that I am in pain, I want to save them from that. I look to the balcony and the figure is still there, but he is not alone. There is a woman, her long blood red hair blowing in the wind, I can smell her wolf, along with something else, and her aura is evil. She looks right at me and smiles, the

Staring at this odd structure truly fascinated Mariana, so she reached out her hand to have a feel, only for it to be pulled away before she could even brush my fingertips into its crystal-like surface. It was a woman who pulled Mariana’s hand. She had a short stature, fair skin, and slender body. She has a round face, thick eyebrows, and small round pair of eyes with thick eyelashes. Sky blue hair fell past her shoulders, her long bangs covered almost her entire forehead. There was also a small mole just below his eyes. Her outfit comprised a white button-up over blue pants, a long, blue, black-accented tailcoat, black boots, and a black bow. If someone would ask Mariana 'who is the most be

She kept her eyes fixated on the floor. “And this? Wolfsbane, right?” I asked, looking inside at the dried purple flowers. I unfolded the piece of paper. The ink bled with the rain as the paper disintegrated, but it was still legible. “Cato Loren: dark blonde hair, blue eyes, six-foot tall, attends Manson High.” I looked at her frozen, ghostly face. “A description of my son. But you didn’t mean to cross the border, huh?” I crumpled the paper and flung it at the ground.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

Manuel was inside his study room and was going through a tough migraine episode. He felt hurt, his head banged hard and he couldn't hang on for long. He walked from his shelf to the desk, holding unto the walls for support. "Ahhh" he groaned. "A… Adrian" he stuttered, trying to call out to his assistant. Manuel was having flashy memories of someone, he couldn't place a finger on who it was but he was sure that it was Marina. Since she is the only woman in his life that he could remember.

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?

What if one of them was Meyer? One building looked reserved, like a place for business trips, while the other looked like a mafia nightclub. Zeno sighed. He was about to walk into the reserved-looking building when he heard a lady's voice calling someone in front of the nightclub. "Come over here, Meyer! We don't want to risk getting caught." The lady's voice was thick with a Mexican accent. Zeno quickly turned and saw a beautiful, curvy lady in a sexy red dress waving to someone behind the sliding door. Zeno was entranced by her ethereal beauty, but he quickly snapped out of it when he recognized the name.

It was something I didn’t realize I missed until now. “Oh, you poor dear. We should really get you cleaned up. Give you a quick look over to make sure you don’t need to see our healer.” The woman’s voice was soft, her presence calming. She smelt of cinnamon and vanilla. Her smile was genuine and full of kindness. Her dark chestnut hair was pulled back into a tight bun, grey strands of hair mixed in. Crows feet filling the crooks of her grey eyes. A common feature for someone who was always laughing and smiling. The features of a happy, kind soul. I winced as she touched my shoulder. Even through the tunic, Garren had lent me, her hands seem incredibly warm.