Marshall Stories Novels & Stories

My body ached, my wrists sore from the restraints that had bound me before. The room was beautiful, but it was a prison. I pushed myself up, my pulse hammering as I scanned my surroundings. Dark marble floors gleamed under dim lighting, the walls adorned with oil paintings that probably cost more than my entire existence. Floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with thick drapes, trapping me inside. And the door—locked. Of course, it was. Where am I? I already knew the answer. Raphael DeLuca’s estate. The memories came flooding back—the recital, the kidnapping, the man who had stared at me like I was nothing more than a tool for his destruction. A pawn in his twisted game of revenge. A whole l

I'm kind of exaggerated but who cares! Alex looked at me like I was a criminal; like it was a crime to hate marshmallows. “How… how… oh my God. How can you say marshmallows are disgusting? They’re divine…” Okay, this guy was just being dramatic. Did marshmallows save his life or something? I chuckled, amused that it was bothering him this much. "Okay, okay. I’ve heard you. Can we drop this and focus on what we’re here to do?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows and pouted like a kid who just got scolded by his mum. "I guess we can."

His body slumped forward, the life draining from his eyes. I let out a slow breath, tucking my gun away as I turned to my men. "Burn it," I ordered, my voice devoid of emotion. "Make sure there's nothing left." As they moved in to clean up the mess, I wiped the blood splatter from my sleeve. "Where shall we head next Mr Marcello, the Vasquez or to the shipments?" Aaron asked. I lifted my wrist to check the time. "Eleven pm," I muttered and turned back to Aaron.

When I made no attempts to move, he forcefully grabbed my arm and hooked it in his. "Non farlo Alessia. Mi metterai in imbarazzo. Metterete in imbarazzo la mafia (Don't do this Alessia. You will embarrass me. You will embarrass the mafia).’ He growled lowly. I don't miss how he wanted to say his mafia. I smiled tensely as I was handed a bouquet of a dozen white roses. | took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my wedding. | wore a beautiful dress and was standing in an idyllic castle. Just as quickly as that image crossed my mind it left.

"Your personal data was leaked along with the story. Every stray with a grudge has your number now." "I don't understand," I said, my voice cracking. "I've done nothing but try to survive." "Welcome to the Mafia, Chika," Lucien said, his hand briefly covering mine. "People don't need the truth to destroy you. They just need a better story." Back at the Afolayan estate, Malik and the guards were already mobilising. "Don't sweat the trolls, Master Chika," Malik said, cracking his knuckles. "We’re already flooding the dark-web with the truth. We’ve got your back."

I regretted my past actions and wanted to get out of it, but the way Marshall behaved, I knew he would be dragging me deeper into the mess he was in. But I had to listen to him as I had no other options, that's why I walked towards my study room. I reached there, and I saw Marshall completely worried. "What happened? You're here at this time?" I asked him. "Something isn't right," he spoke. He looked anxious. I sat in front of him and looked at him. "What happened, Marshall?" I asked him calmly. "Two of my rogues were killed almost a month ago. I got this news today as some wolves from our pack discovered their half scavenged body," Marshall confessed.

“We’ll get through this. Together.” He nods, then hesitates. “There’s one more thing…” I lift my head. “I got a tip from someone in Marseille,” he says. “A man who used to work with Castor. He says Castor’s not just after repayment. He thinks there’s something else in the house. Something Anna hid. A ledger.” My brows knit. “What kind of ledger?” “A record of every deal she ever made. Blackmail, bribes, everything. If it exists and Castor thinks it does he’ll tear this place apart looking for it.”

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

She turned around but she couldn't see anyone. But when she turned again to continue her journey two men ambushed her, grabbing her by the leg which was a very wrong move because she kept on kicking. One of them dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out a white handkerchief for some reason, he kept on trying to get it close to Mara's face but she kept on rotating her head like a standing fan and she slowly reached into her pocket to bring out a small, flat perfume bottle only to spray both of them in the face.

Marcus said, grabbing a marshmallow and sliding it onto a skewer, "if it's up to me, I'm going to stuff you with marshmallows and anything else you want." He waited until it was perfectly golden, then placed it in my mouth, watching with clear amusement as I tried to chew and smile at the same time. "And if it's scary stories you're missing," he added, his eyes glinting mischievously in the firelight, "I can start fixing that right now." Several people around the bonfire leaned in, clearly intrigued by the idea of a scary story. "Oh, hell no!" Mia protested immediately, jumping to her feet. "I'd rather go to bed early than listen to one of your horror stories, Marcus!"