Marshall Love Is Blind Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I asked, watching the waiter pour my favorite champagne into the glass. "Smooth," she said smiling, but as soon as the waiter was out of our earshot she leaned over the table with her brow slightly furrowed in concern. "I don't understand Manuela. I read the email you sent me, but when I arrived here I get completely different news! He got married! How can Marlon love me and desire me if he's already with someone else?" The girl's sad expression almost made me roll my eyes. But I held myself back. I needed to control my temper for my plan to work.

“Neither of them do. Maven and Andy still work in my company while I pretend to not see anything. I don’t want them to see what’s coming next. I want them to be as blind-sighted as I was.” She pauses, her expression lost as she looks over at the bay. “So that woman, that blonde he brought to my house, she’s your girlfriend.” “Maven,” I confirm. “Yes. We’ve been dating for over four years.” “All that time,” her face is red with rage as her fingers open and close. “While I was at home, taking care of our kids he…” Reaching out, I place a hand on her shoulder in comfort. Her whole body sags, “I’m still unsure where I fit in with your plans.”

He asked, and I don't blame him, he knew I only taste them once, I don't repeat my women. "Marcus." My voice dropped low, dangerous. He held up his hands, but the amusement didn’t fade. "Fine, fine. But you’re not gonna like it." "Try me." "She’s married." “What?” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. "Bullshit." "Boss, she's not just married," Marcus continued, watching me like I was a bomb about to detonate, and clearly enjoying the sight before him. "She’s married to one of our partners, Dustin Mason. The one who just landed the half-billion-dollar grant."

A maid came in, treated his wounds and bandaged him. Elias sat nearby, silent, his hands shaking for the first time in years. The last time he felt like this was when he was twelve. His mother was treated badly for giving birth to a defect...a blind alpha. Her husband gave her the silent treat after realizing she couldn't conceive a better child after Elias. And she grew into depression after several heat cycles without being touched.

Seraphina’s head fell back against the wood of the door, her eyes fluttering shut as a flush of deep crimson spread across her chest and cheeks. Killian tightened his grip on her skin, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. He knew he was supposed to marry Celeste in a matter of weeks. He knew Celeste was supposed to be his Luna, his destined mate, his right hand. Yet as he held this fragile servant in his arms, feeling the impossible beat of her heart and the undeniable pull of her soul, a chilling, desperate truth tore through his mind. Killian nudged her chin up with his thumb, forcing her to open her dazed, dark eyes and look at him.

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

I said while waving my hand, embarrassed to face the young man with his hard body exposed to me. "My name is Marcus. For the sake of saving my life I vow my whole life to protect you." I gasped, did I save anyone? "... it doesn't have to be... you saved me earlier... it's not worth it." I'm getting more and more confused, this guy doesn't need to follow me all my life, right? "He belongs to the bloodline of the purebred wolf, if he is saved by someone, the family of the wolf shall follow as master. Ah, I'm Joanna Clinton, you can call me Joan."

I glanced at the girl on my couch and then at my screen, there was not a thing related to her. She fucking stole the car? I continued to scroll down, until finally, a topic line caught my attention. JUST IN: ZAYLA HOLLIS AND LUGARD BLADE HAD FINALLY DECIDED TO TAKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO THE NEXT LEVEL BY GETTING MARRIED TO EACH OTHER, AFTER THREE YEARS OF DATING. No way! Lugard Blade?? I clicked on the link under the headline, and couldn't stop the anger that crawled up my chest, upon seeing the photos attached.

“Your future wife? You’re all speaking as if this is already decided.” Marcus held his mother’s gaze. Then he said quietly, “It is.” Mabel stared at him, searching for any sign of doubt. She didn’t find one. “Well then,” she said sharply, standing. “I’ll look forward to the show.” She swept out of the room, perfume and disapproval trailing behind her. Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose. Marvella walked to him and took his hand. “Are you sure you’re ready for all that comes with this?”

“Though I’m not sure what you’re hoping to find.” “Just a standard verification.” Whitmore settles into the armchair, extracting a tablet from his portfolio. “A few questions, a brief tour of your home. Nothing invasive.” Everything about this is invasive. “How long have you been married?” he begins. “Four months,” Mara answers. “Officially. Though we were together for six months before that.” “And you met at a charity gala?” “Yes.” She launches into our practiced story—the champagne, the confrontation, my persistent pursuit. She tells it smoothly now, like a memory instead of a script.