Marni Mann Novels & Stories

A young man the name Marik who was standing in the front reached out and grabbed hold of Miren's hand. He flashed a cheery smile and enthusiastically introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Marik Doaeen, nice to meet you." With a piercingly cold gaze, Miren looked down at the hand that was holding her wrist. With lightning speed, she pushed Marik's hand away and took a few steps backward. She gazed at Marik and his friends for a few moments, as if she wanted to capture the faces of each of them.

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

"Now, reader, this is an elaboration of the difference. I am a man who has tasted many Omegas..." Hold up, what the actual hell? So Marcellan used to be a man-whore. No wonder he is smooth with words, and somehow, I always find myself enjoying his company. I shiver at the realization. And for a man like him... damn, I expect him to be looked at twice. I mean, he is unrealistically fine with skin like glass, every feature shaped just right. I shake my head. I better continue reading.

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.

Right now, Mariana's godmother had a high position, so she could give Mariana a hand as well. At the entrance of the main hall, Mariana was wearing a black business suit, and the makeup was elegant on her young, clean face. She was 1.66 meters tall and had a slender figure. Her waist-long hair also revealed a hint of charm. "Are you, Ms. Mariana?" As she waited, a voice called out to her. She turned around and nodded with a smile, "I am!" "I'm Designer Nathalia Mccoy's assistant. Come with me to handle the admission procedures." The ordinary-looking assistant was shocked when she saw Mariana's outer appearance. She did not expect Mariana was so beautiful.

"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."

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”