Marpessa Dawn Old Novels & Stories

“The reason we are called elder is because our wolves are some of the oldest. Her wolf was the first born of Remus. Before his brother killed him. She has a younger brother, Ithacaus. He, currently, is merged with Davis.” Marcus sat back with his tea. “Samuel is host to Xiao Wei. At one point, Xiao Wei served with Genghis Khan. Dawn is the host of Maleio. Don’t ever ask her about being a Wayfinder. Think Moana with a thousand years of stories to tell. Nyla is host to Abagunda. Shaka Zulu wishes he had the army that Abagunda commanded.” They sat in silence for a few minutes; both lost in their own thoughts. One worried about his mate. The other hopeful for the impending changes.

I got a message saying I was needed in the witch kingdom immediately, thought it was spam, so I got kidnapped and now I am talking to two gangster leaders. "It seems that you've had multiple min plays with Dawn "Oh Dawn, wasn't she a treat. I still remember how she tasted, sweet like candy, couldn't get enough of her, I wetted my lips and the buffer slimy long black haired dude smiled getting a hint of what was on my mind while the other taller one, simply gave me a slightly disgusted look.

16: Hide Her When morning came, Xio rushed towards the market because she received that Mrs. Oreieo had an emergency. She didn’t bother to check Dawn in her room, which is currently in Jasper's residence. Dawn wandered around the place, where she is, as she sits on the bed. Acantha faced her and says; “How are you? I’m Acantha, Jasper’s mother and he said that you faint, and just bring you here.” Just in time, Jasper got in the room, his eyes landed on Dawn. He sighed. At least, now he knows that she is safe. He is not worried if ever Dustine will know.

I blurted out as I started to stand. “No. Sit, Soph,” Jonah replied, grabbing my arm before I could stand. I reluctantly sat back down, but I was pissed. Did it happen after they got here? The mark looked fresh, so it must have occurred recently. “Dawn’s my mate, Soph,” he admitted, and my mouth fell open when I processed his words. “But... you’re not nineteen yet,” I stuttered. Jonah’s birthday was right after mine; he shouldn’t be able to recognize his mate yet.

They had been kicked out of numerous packs for assault and battery among other charges. Manric had finally come to his senses while Frida approached her due date and managed to massage his way into the Purple Mountain pack. Darren was born in the territory and they both took the oath of loyalty making them members when he was three months old. At the time that Darren was born, Jesse was only about a year old.

“Didn’t I say it was just for show? Where have you been all these years?” I was slightly startled. Before I could respond, a little girl crashed into my arms. “Mommy, who are you talking to? Daddy’s looking for you.” … The next time I saw Jake, I was standing on the deck in a satin mermaid gown, sipping a drink. I had been up until midnight finishing some design the night before, so I hadn’t planned to show up. However, as the hostess of the cruise, I had no choice. I sighed. Just as I raised my glass, hurried footsteps sounded behind me. The next second, I was suddenly pulled around. Both Jake and I froze. His eyes were wide as he stared at me in disbelief.

I had cut myself off from my past and was heading toward a future that belonged solely to me. The cell signal on the ship got progressively weaker. After settling my work arrangements, I sat on the deck and quietly looked through the manual I had downloaded on my phone. The manual detailed how to repair a broken bracelet. My body trembled lightly as the ocean breeze blew past. Suddenly, a person blocked out the sun that was shining overhead, casting a long shadow over me. I lifted my head to meet eyes with someone who I hadn't seen in a long time—Caleb Manzana, a senior who attended the same school as me.

Trying to ease the tension, Andres suggested, "How about we have an artist paint a portrait of us tomorrow? Once it's done, we can take a photo with it and place it at your mother's grave to give her peace of mind." Camellia wanted to refuse, but Andres was insistent, so she reluctantly agreed. The next morning at ten, the artist he had arranged for arrived. "Nice to meet you, Cam. I'm Valentina Dawson, Andres'… junior." Seeing Valentina, Andres' face betrayed a flicker of unease. Clearly, she was not the artist he had called. "Mr. Wilson had something come up, so I'm filling in for him," Valentina explained, her gaze sweeping over Camellia with a faint, inscrutable smile.

A question struck my mind. ‘How did you find me?’ I asked him. He smirked. ‘I followed you,’ he said. I looked at him in surprise. ‘Follow me?’ I muttered those words as he increased the volume of the music. ................................... JULET’S POV Following a total stranger home, not knowing where he was taking me, we entered a grand estate named "The Damien's Estate." It was like another world, vast and magnificent. My mouth dropped open in awe; I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen something so impressive. As we drove, we passed under an arch of floricultures that provided shade.

The Manhattan sunrise painted Elena's office in shades of gold and shadow, but she hadn't slept. Theo's voice echoed through the night, three years of silence broken by desperate need. Her baby brother, begging forgiveness from a sister he'd helped drive away. "Rough night?" Marcus asked, entering with coffee and concern. Their 7 AM meetings had become ritual, planning days that started early and ended late. "Complicated night." Elena accepted the coffee gratefully, her enhanced metabolism burning through caffeine faster than humans. "We have the Morrison Industries presentation at nine?"