Maryse Lightwood Novels & Stories

Sean added, adjusting his glasses as usual. Jackson smiled proudly, his grin widening from ear to ear at their remark, Maria muttered a thank you, not quite knowing the right thing to say. "Welcome, Jones. Let's hope your marriage is a phase, like lots of young champs out there," a bald, stout man exactly left to Sean said, he had on a small brown hat that hid absolutely nothing of his baldness, perhaps that wasn't the reason he had it on. "It won't be, as you can see...she's different," he confidently spoke setting his gaze upon Maria and reaching for her hair which he caressed softly, "Thank you for your wishes."

I hate being in a rush We have six bathrooms , two on each floor but I swear it’s not enough I’m Mena’ by the way I just turned 18 today so it’s my birthday and I got my wolf a month ago right around the time my dreams stopped .Alpha and Beta pups get their wolves before their 18th birthday they can manifest as early as 15 but omegas have to wait until 18 and mated so Yay Me I couldn’t wait to get my wolf her name is Seaia. I love having my wolf she is magnificent all my senses are heightened now I can run faster and I have more energy than ever before I’m much stronger than I was before as well .Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak

“Indeed. The estate is quite remarkable.” “Not just the estate,” she says, eyes twinkling. “But everything in it. I always thought you were a handsome man, Henry. Distinguished. Rich. The kind who doesn’t settle.” Mary stiffens slightly beside him, and I want to scream. Marisela is shameless. “Henry’s always had impeccable taste,” Mary says with a polite smile, lifting her tea. “And excellent judgment.” “Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Marisela replies, eyes narrowing. “Which makes me wonder what he sees in—”

When Liya was about to leave with the pickled vegetables in her hand, Letty stopped her in time. She lowered her voice and whispered mysteriously, "Mrs. Richards, today is a good opportunity. Today, Marissa is staying in Old Madam's room. Meroy has asked for leave to take a night off because she is sick. So, there is no one else in Old Madam's room. Since Old Madam is dying, everyone has let down their guard. So, now is a great opportunity. Don't miss it."

Her eyes burned with a quiet determination that refused to be extinguished. Standing in the darkness, Marisol watched her younger self grow under those warm lights, becoming magnificent and limitless. Her nose stung with unshed tears. Then one day, the light went out. And it stayed out for seven years. After the prolonged darkness, the light suddenly blazed again, revealing teenage Marisol holding a bouquet of flowers. She was gazing quietly at her adult self. The two versions of herself stood in silent contemplation. After a moment, the younger Marisol broke into a smile and strode forward, grabbing the chains around the older woman's wrists and yanking hard. The shackles shattered with a t

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

Theresa groaned aloud from its persistence and said, "Stop the begging already before your head explodes! Fine, you'll get your mushy mushrooms but that's if you stop bothering some helpless creature!" The flashing light stopped and the light returned to its normal colour and state of brightness. Theresa continued tossing pebbles into the water and was counting, "thirty-nine," when a head slowly popped out of the water and Maris swam to the grassy shore with the sun shining bright in the sky.

the woman pointed, "Is the bone of one of the prisoners before you." "What?" Maris threw the bone away and rubbed her palms on her shirt then risked taking her gaze away from the stranger. "Where is this?" Maris' eyes enlarged when she remembered the sex dungeon Linda had told her about. Was that were she was? "Azazel's dungeon, honey." The woman answered, stretching her lean hand to Maris for a hand shake, "I'm Lucy." "Maris." Maris shook her briefly and looked for the source that reflected red light into the cave.

The flashing lights seemed to flash, this telling her that they were what she was longing for. Mr. Jones went to say hello, accompanied by a few slender and dark makeup waitresses who had glued their eyes to Robert, they looked at each other carefully when they saw Laura behind him. Everyone knows that this young marshal has a fiancee who is underage, it is not difficult to recognize the well-dressed Laura.

Samuel's mind was filled of thoughts about how women waste their time buying a load of dresses and put some paint in their faces, while Jasmine can't help but to think of the woman's attire and how can it be better. Her matte light pink painted lips formed a smile as she walks towards them. 'Damn girl, her style is not bad as I thought.' "I feel honoured to have the heiress of the Aldreds came to my botique." She said as she offered her hand. "My name is Clarisse Mildred, I own this botique, Young miss Aldred." Clarisse introduce herself with elegance, wanting to copy Jordan's mother, who she thought of highly. "It's a pleasure to meet the owner of this.. elite botique. You can drop the form