Maryse Lightwood Novels & Stories

I happened to recognize him when I saw Marisa and the other girl that I think was her sister. “Gosh, were you been in traffic, Anne?” Marisa casually asked. She saw me glaring at the woman beside her. She smiled at me, acting up genuine until I noticed a bit irritation in her voice when Marisa introduced her saying, “This is Marie. Our lovely baby.” Then looked at Trexon happily. She was beside Trexon and noticed how she started clinging herself to him. Trexon bit his lower lip and act like nothing’s wrong going on. He wasn’t even looking at me but only to Marie. I thought I’ll be having Trexon alone? And what is this? Trexon was blinded of this act and I hate this!

The woman in the room sighed, “Howard is but an old roughneck that hangs out in the gray area. He doesn’t know anything about the usage of the Lightning Wood. As for Elder Master Phillius and Elder Master Templar, I’m sure they need the Lightning Wood for their own use. What about this Mr. Yarde? Do you know why he was going after the Lightning Wood?” Eira thought for a moment and said, “I’m not so sure about it either. Although Mr. Yarde showed interest in the Lightning Wood, I don’t know what he’s going to do with it.” The master of the lodge sighed disappointingly and said, “Forget about it. Go look for Howard and buy the Lightning Wood back from him.” … While Kayson and his group were on

“ Ryan was her first mate. And I’m her twin. Our blood is alike. I can get close to her. I can summon my aunt. She’s a mountain witch. She specializes in dark spells, she can weaken their resolve from afar. Make Laura doubt herself and make her fail the trial.” Marisa smiled like a serpent. “Good. While she’s broken, I’ll get close enough to use this blade… One slice and the bond snaps. Damian will feel it. Confused. Lost. And I’ll be there, ready to soothe him, ready to become what she never could.” Melody chuckled “You really are twisted.” Marisa’s smile sharpened “ And you are no angel.” Just as they turned to leave the tower— Thud. They bumped into a solid chest.

I said understandingly. Lucas nodded and turned to hurry away. I watched his figure disappear into the crowd. Then, I pulled out my phone and scrolled to a previous message from Serena. She had written, "Sorry, Wilma. Looks like I ruined your anniversary trip with Professor Thorne!" She then attached her chat with Lucas. "Delete that post right now. Don't cause any misunderstandings." "Sorry, Professor Thorne. Don't be mad, please. "Are you really going to stay mad at me? Come on, I bought a new dress just for you.

~ KILLIAN ~ Selene Virell is one devil I have to be mindful of. She used to be mated to Lyra’s father, Magnus Dusk. He’s a prominent Alpha in these parts who finally had enough and cut her loose because she was a cheating bitch who made his life a living hell.

I picked up my phone, calmly finalized the payment for my flight, and only then walked backstage. Broken frames littered the floor. Tamara lay sprawled on the ground, her wrist bleeding from a wooden splinter. "Mr. Shepherd! My hand! What if I can never paint again?" She sobbed. "Mrs. Shepherd told me to organize these. “I didn’t know the frames would fall! I was so careful! Did I do something wrong?" Henry cradled her injured hand, his eyes reddening. Then he whipped his head toward me. "Are you satisfied now, Rosalind?" he roared.

As I slowly got used to the warmth inside, I pulled out my phone with shaky hands, clinging to a sliver of hope. The only thing Marvin ever left me was his ancient, untouched social feed, which, to my surprise, got an update today. [Snowy day, sweetheart, and roast dinners — pure bliss.] The photo showed Wendy sprawled in front of a panoramic window, lost in the snowy view, with a table laden with bubbly drinks and roasted meals behind her. The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere.

she muttered to herself as she slowly pulled the knife back, allowing me to catch my breath. The knife wasn’t silver, but that didn’t matter. If she injured me enough, weakened me enough, slit my throat, I would die, regardless of my wolf. Speaking of which, why couldn’t I reach her? I tried hard, feeling an invisible barrier between us as MaryAnne licked the knife, grinning wickedly at me. God, she was sick. Marissa looked on the verge of vomiting. “Delicious,” MaryAnne purred, "Soon the floor will be covered in your blood," she whispered, her eyes glinting as she stared down at me, a satisfied look on her face.

"Henry Jefferson's body has already been recovered. The cause of death appears to be snake venom combined with hypothermia. He's been dead for several days. "And by the way, how did Ms. Leighton know about his body's exact location?" Bonnie? How did Bonnie know? Everyone's gaze immediately shifted to her. After taking a deep breath, she didn't answer the question. Instead, with trembling fingers, she turned to the final page of the diary. "There's one last entry. When I finish reading it, you'll understand." [June 27th, 2025.] [The hills are so cold. I've already eaten the last few pieces of chocolate I had left.]

I threw a plastic cup in her direction and laugh too. "Seriously, why are you still here?" I asked once again and started cleaning the plates. Usually, after she ate breakfast, she immediately left the house so that she could start doing her bad habit. This woman was a drug user. "Do you know Marie? She has laundry today and I offered if you can do it for her and give you penny in exchange. Do you want to take the laundry?" she replied and put her feet on the top of the table. "Of course, Bel! Big help! Thank you!"