Marnie Stronger Novels & Stories

Maris’s gaze sharpened. “She’s restless.” I didn’t answer. Because she was right. “You’re pushing her too hard,” Maris continued. “I need her strong.” “You need her stable.” “I am stable.” “No,” Maris said firmly. “You’re not.” Anger flared. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” she replied. “Because I’ve seen this before.” “With me?” “With others.” I shook my head. “This is different.” “You think stress makes you stronger,” she said. “It doesn’t. It breaks you down.”

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

Dom teased and I sighed at him. He along with a few other gang members and friends loved to tease me about my middle name. I turned my glare to Margo and she shrugged. I blamed her every time any of them teased me since she was the one who told them that my middle name was Athena. "What's going on, Dom? Why does Margo look like she wants to kill you?" I asked as Margo glared back at him. "Eh. She's always mad." he offered. I shook my head at that, "No way! She's always happy with me." I sang back at him as I made my way over to my best friend.

I pressed, unable to help myself. Marcus glanced toward the door Ethan had disappeared through, lowering his voice. "There was a girl," he said, "years ago, before either of us had any money, before Vance Global Holdings existed as anything more than an idea Ethan scribbled in the back of a notebook. Something happened to him, back in school, something he's never fully talked about even to me. But I remember, right after it happened, the way he changed. The way he got quieter, more focused, almost obsessive about becoming powerful enough that nobody could ever hurt him or the people he cared about again." Something cold and unplaceable moved through my chest, the same disorienting familiari

Intrigued, she opened the package to find a small, beautifully framed painting. It was a depiction of the beach, capturing the essence of strength and resilience. A handwritten note accompanied the painting: "To Marianne, the resilient soul. May this artwork remind you of the beauty that emerges from the depths of your strength." Tears welled up in Marianne's eyes as she held the painting close to her heart. It was as if Miguel had translated her journey, struggles, and moments of vulnerability onto the canvas. The artwork spoke to her in a language that went beyond words.

“Whether she likes money or not has nothing to do with me.” Clara’s expression darkened with irritation. She moved closer, her voice sharper as she said, “She married you because she’s greedy. She doesn’t love you at all. She’s fake from the inside out. I’m the one who truly cares about you. I’m the one who genuinely wants to marry you.” The moment the words left Clara’s mouth, Tanya felt as though something inside her had been hollowed out completely. The revulsion was overwhelming, but Clara wasn’t finished yet.

Sadie-Rae whispered, “Jesus.” Damian’s attention never left the man. “Who sent you?” The intruder breathed through his teeth, sweat beading at his temples. “Corbea.” The name meant nothing to Nova. Damian went very still. That frightened her more than the violence had. “Which one?” he asked. The man swallowed. “Marius.” Damian released him so suddenly that he sagged against the wall. Nova looked between them. “Who is Marius Corbea?” The intruder turned his head toward her. Damian moved before Nova even registered the change in his expression. His hand closed around the man’s jaw and forced his face away from her. “You don’t look at her.”

Five years ago, tired of the bloody infighting , I ran away from home and became Matthew’s most capable assistant—and his lover. Using the methods my father had taught me, I helped Matthew rise from an obscure nobody to one of Rome’s most promising business tycoons. He had promised me that once he had secured his position, he would give me the grandest wedding imaginable. Instead, at his celebration banquet, he proudly announced his engagement to Lilith, the mayor’s daughter. My coworkers laughed without restraint. “Eve really thought she was something.” “Matthew was only using her. Does she even know her place? What does she have that could possibly compare to Lilith?” I didn’t cry , I didn

The doom gang had started celebrating their success in the mission they completed yesterday. They are all in a club partying. Sting steps into the club and he is immediately surrounded by girls. Prostitutes to be precise. Sting never liked women. He hated the mare sight of them. He believes that they are all nothing but gold diggers so he treated them as he wished. Killing a woman wasn't difficult for him at all. His heart is as hard as a rock. "Hi handsome." one of the girls said. She is quite tall, six and a half feet tall to be precise. She is wearing a mini skirt which only covered her butt and her top was mainly just a net which revealed her bra covered breasts. She leaned close to Stin

Even though Danica had the upper hand before it seemed that the harpie queen developed a new strength. "Wha...." Danica gasped just as Marie used her wings to push off the ground. Lifting off the ground, Marie sent Danica flying backwards into the dead body of one of Mason's pack members. Blanching Danica struggled to get up. "You thought you had the advantage didn't you?" Marie cackled strolling towards Danica. "You were wrong, do you think a measley little wolf could defeat me?" Looking around Danica tried to see if there was anything available to use as a weapon against the harpie as she continued to move forward face beginning to turn into a long sharp beak. Letting out a shriek of ra