Marpessa Dawn Old Novels & Stories

The muddy lakeshore offered no shelter. Rain hammered Pera’s naked skin as she stood beside Marcus, Lena sheltered between them. The lifeboat rocked abandoned behind them. In the distance, Darius’s cargo ship listed and sank slowly into the black water. Marcus’s shoulder bled from the sniper graze, but his rifle remained steady. Pera gripped her pistol with both hands, heart pounding, Marcus’s thick cum still slowly leaking down her inner thighs from their desperate fuck on the sinking ship.

Niyakap siya ni Raven. "Nanay Lucia, na-miss ko po kayo. Ang tagal ko nga pong hindi nakabisita rito," sabi niya. "Oo nga, Iho. Iyong si Theros kung hindi pa maaaksidente, hindi pa uuwi," sagot ng matanda. Napatingin siya sa akin kaya agad akong ngumiti. "Kumusta, Iha? Bisita ka ba ni Theros?" Tumango ako. "Ako po si Dawn. Nice to meet you po."

“That’s so nice of you, Dawn. Estela, you’re blessed to have a good child.” “Mn.” Estela nodded, beaming at Dawn. “She’s a good child.” Soon the teller came back with Dawn’s money. They bid farewell to Theresa. “Ready~” Dawn said to them. “Alright--let’s go..” Keenan said. Mariano started to drive to the next town. An hour and a half later, Mariano parked at the mall’s basement parking lot. “We’re here.” Keenan said. Dawn stirred awake. She fell asleep on Estela’s and Isidora’s shoulders alternatively.

The Bleeding Trawl The fishing boat creaked like an old curse as it pushed into deeper waters, just beyond the fjord’s throat. The dawn was slow to rise, a syrupy grey thick with mist. Men moved like shadows on deck—some chewing old tobacco, some muttering prayers to gods who no longer answered. And among them stood Maya Danvers, hair tucked into a salt-stiff cap, her hands coiled around the rail as if it were the only thing anchoring her to this world.

Monte asked. Dawn smiled in wry amusement. "Again, it's both familiar but also not." Frank did not give up, however, and had Monte read the script he gave earlier. "I'm Monte Petale. I have a solution that could help Mr. Frankton overcome the curse of the spiritron vein and leave Shagan!" Dawn appeared to be jolted by those words, and her eyes rolled up as she passed out. Frank leapt up to catch her and carried Dawn to the couch while telling Monte to make her some tea.

Dawn smelled like wet rope and old promises. I took my place on the line with the first watch, the deck cool through my soles, the horizon a thin bruise thinking about light. My shoulders remembered every fall from last night. My wrists hummed with dull ache where the blade had rattled my bones. My knee sulked, then did its job when asked; small mercies count. “Wind steady,” Old Noll muttered, thumb to the air. “We’ll make her by midday if the sea doesn’t get petty.”

Mara stumbled forward and fell on wet sand. She's glowing. The sea was calm. No storm. No island. No votes. Just dawn. She turned around. Nora lay beside her, coughing. Not changed. Just a little girl in a much too big dress. Mara got up. She looked around. The beach was the same. But different. No promenade. No houses. No roads. Only dunes and an old wooden investor in construction. A dog barked in the distance. A car passed — old, angular, from another time.

"The Thorne boy. I heard you were dead. Or crazy. The news says you've had a breakdown." "The news is a script written by my mother, Marek," Julian said, stepping into the dim light of the stall. "I need the back-door access to the New Dawn’s central nervous system. The one you built into the blueprints thirty years ago." Marek finally looked up, his one good eye narrowing as it landed on Elara. "And the girl? The Architect’s daughter?" Elara stepped forward, her jaw set. "I'm the one who designed the new shell, Marek. And I'm the one who’s going to help you tear the old one down if you give us what we need."

Aurora I’ve never thought of my wedding to be something spectacular. I have never thought of my mate to be so dutiful in planning it. It’s a relief to have Jaxson as the Alpha, as my mate, because as I linger ill on the porch, I watch him and a few other Dawn pack members erect a wood platform onto the beach, just wide enough for the two of us.