Marni Mann Novels & Stories

Then, she stared deeply into the man’s eyes, hoping that she looked as threatening as she thought. “Are you from a cult?” she asked. The tall man blinked. He failed to show his willingness to drop her hand which was still in his grasp. “I am from Amarxona.” ”What’s my business with A****n? I didn’t order anything from them. Or, is this some sick game?” The man didn’t reply to her. Zaramanni sighed as she suddenly decided to go along with the man’s talk, hoping that it would be over before she knew it. Hoping that within a few minutes, she would be back in her room. “Okay… What does A****n want from me?”

“I’m getting married.” “Come again?” I sucked in a breath, meeting her watercolor blue eyes. “I’m getting married.” She blinked once, twice. My heart stammered. I thought she’d have a panic attack, but then she laughed, snorted, and held her tummy while doing so. When she realized I wasn’t laughing, her eyes widened. “You’re shitting me.” I shook my head and filled her in with the bits of my agreement with Klaus. The mimosa she ordered turned into a bottle of Riesling. “Klaus Martinelli.” I nodded. “That sexy infuriating Italian, you say?” I nodded again and jumped in my seat when she shrieked as though she’d seen Michele Morrone.

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

Alex can't help but stare at the man sleeping in front of her. He looks very gentle when he is asleep. She must admit that this guy is not that bad when it comes to his looks. In fact, many girls would fall for him because of his height and his body, not to mention his small face and pink lips.

“I promised things and made deals banking on your father’s support, that arrogant bastard. I put up with you for nothing, and you’re not even good as a broodmare. Give me the damn rejection or I’ll take it by force!” His blond hair bristled with the roar that made me squeeze my eyes shut. In the middle of all that pain, a broken, half-crazed laugh tore out of my throat. “So all those promises and sweet words were you craving Bianchi power...” This man never loved me. “If you already know, then don’t resist anymore,” he said as he straightened, going back to his seat and taking Marcella’s hand in a soft caress. “My mate has suffered enough, and it’s time she takes her rightful place,” he decl

A rosy flush adorned her cheeks, adding a touch of youthful vibrance to her complexion. Her lips, painted with a subtle shade of lipstick, curved into an inviting smile that could light up a room. Her hair, tousled in soft brown waves, framed her face in a carefree yet alluring manner. Despite the late hour and the effects of the party, Tim's words echoed in my mind. He was right—Mary was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid my eyes on. How had I ended up with her? It was a question I often pondered, one that still left me in disbelief at times.

Whose car was that? She walked closer a bit and noticed that there was a man in the back seat. She didn't see him clearly, but his tall figure alone was enough to draw her attention to him. He was driving a Lamborghini. It just shows he's not some low life gigolo with a nice figure. At that moment, Renata had an undescribable emotion bubbling up inside of her. She hadn't had these kind of emotion in a long time. Not many men could leave a deep impression just based on their back-view. However, she would never forget this man… Renata thought Lucia would be pathetic and pitiful after loosing Johnny to her. But who would have expected that she would find a hunk so soon after? His wealth and sta

She yanked down her dress, picked up her phone, and turned to him, her voice shaking. “Fuck you, Sandro.” “Cute,” he muttered as she stormed out. ~~~NEXT DAY~~~ Marianna stepped out of the mansion, dressed in her usual oversized trousers and hoodie. Her eyes met Marco’s as he stood by the car, flanked by two stoic guards. She frowned. “What the hell is this?” Before Marco could answer, Brittany came rushing toward her, nearly tripping over her heels. “Ma’am—” “Just call me Anna,” she cut in, brushing a hand through her loose hair.

My ears were ringing. Rupert also went to Harborview City on the 8th. Were we married to the same person? I forced myself to stay calm and gave her a strained smile. "Do you mind showing me a picture of your husband?" The woman seemed thrown off but smiled proudly as she pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her pictures and showed them to me. "This one's from our six-year anniversary." Six years? Rupert and I had only been married for five years. What did that even mean? Was I the other woman?

“Oh my, Maren. I'm sorry I didn't see you there” “What the fuck Nella" she said dryly. "I…really…don't get you," Nella said, making a face that showed her confusion. The man suddenly extended his hand for a handshake. “Hi, you must be Maren Sharppe. I'm Martin Barnes" "Get that thing away from me,” Maren spat, making the guy retrieve his hand almost immediately. “O—kay, um I'll be right over there when you're done with all this," he said and detangled from Nella.