Marquess Novels & Stories

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

He went on and on for minutes before lifting a glass of wine. "Let's make a toast to new friendships, new deals and to Taurus AT500." They all raised their glass. When he dropped form the podium Marcellus directed her towards him." That's Henri Knight, owns Taurus car company." Marcellus spoke. Mr Knight who had been busy discussing with a few people sat on a chair with a raven haired female beside him and a glass of scotch. "I must say your cars are exraordinaire." Knight, turned to face him."are you a lover of the Taurus collection?"

Edwina.. Marquise is a descendant of Marquise Duplantaier I. The name has never left their household because that is the name that the sandman knows. Marquis, I commanded his children to never allow the name fad off their family. He instructed that every first male child who is heir be named marquise as long as he wishes to inherit the sand castle. Is sons followed these rules and the sandman has never failed them. Marquis is of the iii generation. His father had just passed out recently and now it's his turn to be king.

I smirked at him, wondering what he was going to say this time. ““Where are your passes boys? I assume you have a reason to be late, Mr. Marshall?” Mr. Jenkins asked. Obviously, he asked me because I was Alpha of the Crescent Pack. I was leader and I was supposed to take care of all the responsibilities. Oh well, I was only in high school. I’ll let Warren take care of it again. He was the most responsible one. I shook my head and smirked. “Mr. Jenkins, you know I’m not the responsible one.”

The first one being one of the commanders of the imperial knights, Eliott James Clermont; and the other one is the heir of the Marquis, Hubert Creyson Clermont. "We are honored to be invited AGAIN by the Duke." Marquis Clermont greeted his son's soon-to-be father-in-law, but the latter almost frowned his brows. It is not only him, but also the people around them that noticed the Marquis saying "again" as if there was another meaning behind his words. "Aahh, yes, yes. The stars of the party are here, so we older people should excuse ourselves." Duke Florentine didn't probe into the Marquis' words any further since it was time for them to leave the younger people to let them enjoy themselves.

" He admits and I have to say that, this words were the seal my doubts needed, to dissolve and the glue my faith in him, required, to be reaffirmed. "So? Miss Iris Tonye Adelana, will you do me the greatest honour of my life and be the woman I spend the rest of my life loving and being devoted to?" "Yes, yes! Yes!" I nod and exclaim at once "I will marry you Mr Gregory Malik. I will" Without wasting time, he fixes the ring on my finger, stands up on both feet and gives me a soul sealing kiss.

The Marquess was brave to act this way toward me. "Actually it is." I boomed my anger getting the best of me. Damn me and my short temper. The Marquess smirked at my outburst. He liked that he was getting to me. My only question was would he ever act like this to me as a ruler or let alone my father. Doubtful. "Nyx is my concern and my concern only. She is not your blood, she is not your fiance, she means nothing to you." He chides like his own daughter is nothing to him. Which isn't surprising considering her back.

Beside him, Oryx stands, her countenance a mix of strength and vulnerability. "Please, in the future, when you think of capturing someone's photos, try to know the truth. We are public figures, contributing to our country with our time and talent. However, that doesn't grant you the right to meddle with our lives," Marquis emphasizes, his words resonating with authority. "Marquis!" Oryx exclaims, her shock evident as his typically cold voice takes on a sharper, colder edge, cutting through the air like a frigid wind. The unexpected shift in his tone leaves her visibly taken aback, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes.

What is he doing here? “Your Highness, an honor to meet you,” he greeted me first, perfectly executing a gentleman’s bow as he asked for my hand. I raised my hand to receive his palm before it was rudely slapped away by the man on my right. The gentleman merely chuckles. “I am Marquis Johanssen of the House of Men.” My eyes widened a fraction. A werewolf in the House of Men? And a Marquis, at that? How is it possible? “Pardon? But I just saw your wolf—”

The The marquess' thinning hairline and the mocking scowl that lingered on his lips even when he smiled were both highlighted by the sun's harsh rays as they streamed through the large bay and illuminated every imperfection in the exquisitely decorated music room. "Miss Cabot, I'm glad to see you haven't had any negative consequences from your little misadventure the other night. The marquess paused and tried to expel the snarl from his voice. "I shudder to think of the fate that might have befallen you while you were searching for that—" he said. Please pardon me; I choked on a piece of crumpet while you were looking for the vi