Marquess Novels & Stories

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

A throne is nowhere to be found, and the walls are elegantly displayed with dragon horns. “Well, you came, Marquis Theon,” I glanced in front of me only to meet two humans of noble birth. “Greetings, Duke Granger,” I bowed with my palm in my chest. "And His Majesty, King William Yulius. “This is Theon, the new Marquis of Weinthwoods.” Duke Granger introduced for me, “Since Marquis Don could not bear an heir, he thus passed his title down to his most trusted right hand, Theon Moriarty. He sure is intelligent and clever, and absolutely a man of honor.”

Everybody knows and you being the lil lady's abigail and such. 'Well i don't so tell me'. She gave a little laugh but answered me either ways. 'With the Marquess of Klep something. Klep for short, dem long, strange names ain't what my brain can remembers? 'Marquess of Klep'? I muttered aloud. 'Aye. He's called Marquess Monclair too. Monclair's his surname i hear.' And she gave me a hot burn from the freshly baked patch. I waited all afternoon for evening to come, and if it had not been for everyone's eagerness and excitement i would have forgotten the event to take place but then now i am filled w

Now she's waiting for her husband to pick her up so they could go to the hall before Mehr and true to his words, he rolled into the Maliks compound by 7:30pm. The two cars rolled out when Mashkur packed his car to puck his bride. He walked out of the car and strolled up the stairs to the front door before walking in straight since it wasn't locked. He saw her sitting on a sofa in the living room all alone with her phone by her side. Walking silently, he pecked her forehead which startled her and brought her out of her reverie. Her heart leaped at the sight in front if her. Mashkur's black kaftan greeted her. Everything on the kaftan is black, from the embroidery to the links he used. His bla

asked gen “well, I know that you have your own loft near your bar, and you could stay there whenever he has his heat. That way it won’t be a problem. Also luca here is an omega himself and he just stays in his condo whenever his heat comes isn’t he?”said ken. although they all live in one big house, they still have their own loft or condo somewhere else. Gen is not only the manager of ken’s third branch, but he is also the owner of most popular bar in city S. On the other hand luca owns one dessert café in the city. And Rei owns the biggest supermarket in City S which he monitors every afternoon. All of them might be the managers of ken’s restaurants, but they are also owners of their own sh

Luka inhaled as her eyes captured that scene. “My King…you’ve already changed into your human appearance.” Marquise looked at the man and gasped. She moved her fingers from her place to pull down the drape of the bed where he was reclining to swathe him from Luka’s sight. Marquise smirked. “Sometimes a good-looking man and a snake are difficult to figure out.” She talked to Luka and her confession made Luka sneer. Marquise walked to the mirror. She swayed her hand in the front of the mirror. “Mirror of the universe…please show me where is Knight Richard now!”

The Marquess and his wife bow and curtsey to us, and I have to ask, “I’ve never met a Marquess before. Is that a pack title or one you acquired in the human world?” The moment I ask it, I sense a shift in the interchange. The man draws himself up a little straighter, and his mate’s smile becomes tight. “I’m sorry, have I committed a faux pas?” I ask, and the woman, a short, beige-completed sprite, shakes her bobbed curls certainly. Because who is going to tell a queen she’s done something wrong? “It’s a title connected to my family’s land,” Dubois informs me, his boiled-chicken face still bearing the faintest traces of contempt

And don’t be draggin yer feet hurry along. As I reached the hallway connecting to the hall I could already hear my father and mother talking to the marquess. I take in a deep breath and put a smile on my face and straighten my posture. The butler announces my presence, I walk to stand next to my mother and give a small curtsy to the marquess. “Pleasure to meet your acquaintance sir.” The marquess studies my features and his eyes roam to my bosom far too long that I am comfortable with. Desire in his eyes clearly in his eyes. The marquess swirls his scotch in his han

Dear Diary, You’ll never guess who just moved into the house across the street. I’ll keep it short: Brian Glesias. Yes, that Brian Glesias — the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He has dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes that remind me of the beaches in Haiti, and a perfectly scruffy three-day beard. Don’t even get me started on those sculpted arms. Just looking at him makes me feel weak inside, like my whole body melts and my heart starts doing gymnastics.