Maryse Lightwood Novels & Stories

I waved my hand in dismissal. “What about that girl over there? I saw you talking to her before. And I saw her at a party with Mike the other night. You know…before he was…murdered,” Jaimie said in a hushed tone. I looked in the direction he was looking and saw Marina. She was alone this time. “I don’t think so, man. She would never agree to it,” I said. She already hated me. This would just put a cherry on top. “Try for me. How about this, if you can convince her, I can help you take some pretty interesting pictures,” Jaimie said and smiled mysteriously.

“Chase, your mother and I took Lyse back to my room. There’s a hidden door with access to an outbuilding deep in the forest. There’s a secret tunnel system there that allowed me to get back to River Moon safely. That night, your mother shoved Lyse and I through the door, but wouldn’t follow, no matter how I begged. She said she had a plan.” Carolina swallowed past the lump in her throat, tears threatening, but not falling as she looked at us and my father in turn. “Mara sat in my chair, head held high as he came toward her, smelling of rot and death and embers. He demanded Lyse and she laughed at him, telling him that it was too late, the little girl was gone. He thought she had killed her t

Her black hair pulled up in a messy bun, she wears a huge puffy coat because of the cold snowy weather, and when she turns in our direction, I see that her baby is in some kind of contraption and strapped onto her chest. She looks between me and Lux and says to Mason, “I didn’t realize you were bringing guests.” She looks back at me and says, “Hi there, I’m Marinette and this little cutie strapped to me is Marigold. Who are you?” I smile, “Nice to meet your Marinette and baby Marigold, I’m Silas and this is my mate, Lux.” She smiles as she looks at Lux and Lux smiles in her direction. Lux says, “It’s nice to meet you, Marinette. I’ve uh… I’ve heard a bit about you.”

I asked. “It-it’s musk,” he breathed out, squirming under my scrutiny “You once said you hated that scent on women, for you to sleep with a woman wearing musk, she must be special – I mean, it’s not that I’m saying this Marie is special, of course she’s an awful for all the things she has done, she –” “I know what you mean Roland,” I answered finally if only to shut him up. Marie Lockwood was a devious innocent looking woman who stole secrets from companies, using it as blackmail material, forcing these companies to sell off to rival establishments.

Her generous figure reminded me of my own prior form, but she held it with pride and sensuality. Two handsome servant boys were painting her nails aubergine purple. One was focused on her hand, the other on her wing-fingers. “So good to see you, Rosette,” she said, smiling languidly. “And you’ve brought guests, I see.” Rosette nodded. “This is Maraina Blackwood. She’s trustworthy. And these are two children recovered from the recently-deceased Horace Ferdinand.” Matilda turned her eyes on me. “A pleasure, Miss Blackwood. Care for a manicure?”

“Yes, Miss Shade?” “All right, I understand why you want three femme fatales to seduce Franklin so we can get inside his camp, but what about her?” She pointed a delicate finger at me. “Don’t be so cruel, Marianna,” said the one with the chocolate-brown hair. “Cathwulf can break down the wards with her fist like the Incredible Hulk?” The red-haired woman clapped her hands together. “Nice one, Larissa.” I narrowed my eyes and was about to ask Hades why he’d chosen such dimwits for an important mission when lightning struck across the room, making us all jump.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

Claire had seen pictures of fancy events, but nothing prepared her for this: crystal chandeliers the size of cars, tables draped in white silk, flowers everywhere, an orchestra playing softly on a raised stage. "Breathe," Damian murmured. She realized she'd been holding her breath. "Right. Breathing. That's important." A waiter appeared with champagne. Damian took two glasses, handing her one. "Sip it slowly. It's a long night." "Damian!" A voice cut through the crowd - male, hearty. A man in his sixties approached, hand extended. "Good to see you, son! And who's this lovely young lady?" "Senator Williams, this is Claire Blake. Claire, Senator Williams sits on the hospital board."

He slipped the phone out, shielding the screen. Three new messages. He’ll suffocate you, moonlight. I’ll show you freedom. You want to say no, but your body already betrayed you. Meet me. One chance. Midnight. The old library wing. Eliot’s stomach dropped. Midnight. The words burned into him like fire. He should delete them. He should erase Damien from his life before Theo noticed. But his thumb lingered over the screen, trembling, betraying the truth he refused to say aloud. He wanted to go.

she responded with an amazing amount of confidence, that made her response sound a little bit more than presumptions. " How can you be so sure ? " Reuben questioned " Because i've been in this way longer than you have sweetheart " she replied with a wink, her glowing brown eyes sparkled even more under the bright light of the evening's full moon, for that short while he just couldn't tear his eyes away from her, neither did he understand why " look at me like that for too long, and you might end up falling for me " she teased then walked away, right before Alice's cries for help penetrated the cold feeble walls.