Ming Maraj Novels & Stories

I saw the cake Max had smashed to the floor, so I picked it up and tossed it into the trash. The next second, Max wailed. “You mean lady, don’t touch my cake!” He threw a glass onto my head. After a burst of pain, I smelled blood. James hurriedly helped me up. “Pearl gave him that cake, and it had an Ultraman picture on it. You shouldn’t have thrown it away.” I could only smirk as I wiped away the blood. James said he wanted to take me to the hospital, and I did not reject him. The gash on my forehead probably required stitches.

3) Marvarva OuterWorld Compass : North Marvava is a realm that has the least number of mortals present in it. To be specific, Marvava has had only two individuals whom are mortal, walk on the surface of the land. These individuals are Steven, The father of John as well as Khloe, John's bestfriend. Marvava is governed by a leader of brute and heartlessness whose work is to favour the fates of the universe.

Marley's POV The mahogany table shone under the overhead light like an altar ready for sacrifice and Mara our sacrificial lamb. She lay sprawled, completely naked except for that t gold wedding ring still circling her finger. Her skin was flushed pink, her nipples hard as pebbles, and her shaved pussy glistening with arousal. She looked fucking ruined already, when we'd not even done half of what I had in store for her tonight. “Fill her up again,” I ordered Jamal and Lena.

Its eyes locked on me. Not hungry. Commanded. That was worse. Mara moved fast. Too fast. One second she stood between the trees. The next she was beside me, shoving a short blade into my hand. The metal was black, cold, and carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. “Cut through the back of the neck,” she said. “Sever the cord.” “What cord?” “You’ll see it when it opens its mouth.” “That is the least comforting instruction anyone has ever given me.”

she stuttered. [Calm down, Mara. It's okay. You don't have to be scared, I'm here. I'll protect you. I will never let him hurt you, not even the tiniest strand of your hair. You've done great. Now, wait for us there. We're on our way. Did he already leave?]

•Dominic• "Where has that bastard Martel been hiding this precious gem for so long?" Teodoro ranted, washing down his fifth glass of vintage in one go. With a deep controlled sigh, I slowly clenched my fist tightly, following his preying eyes. Of course, he was looking at her as she wandered around the paid actors and actresses disguised as guests, worry lacing her face. I didn't want to imagine the horrendous things he'd already done with her in his deluded mind.

I smiled. He crossed his legs, this time not on the coffee table. "Why? Yes, I did." Cocky bastard. I opened my mouth to swear at him but was stopped by a distinct accented voice. "È molto tempo che non ci vediamo Alessia (Long time no see Alessia)" Mariano said as he entered the booth. I shook my head while smiling. Mariano owned the Santa Maria. He was a tall well built man. His muscles were exaggerated by his tight T-shirt and leather jacket. His head was full of neatly tousled jet black hair. His face was sharp and defined with light stubble.

BMOM ➭ 140 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – Before Mang Roger arrived, I had already cooked our lunch. I made Jasper’s request—stuffed milkfish and pork pata tim. I added some fruits too. “Good afternoon, Ma’am MaiMai. Sir Jasper asked me to pick you up,” Mang Roger said politely. “Let’s go, Mang Roger. My husband’s pet dragon might be starving by now.” He chuckled and carried the food I prepared.

“Lorenzo?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up, keeping one hand on Jordan’s back. The bond felt heavy, still warm from last night but already shifting into something tighter. Lorenzo ran both hands through his hair. “The person I trained fifteen years ago. Her name is Mara. She’s two territories over, in that old logging settlement near the border. She’s been there for six months.” Jordan sat up fully now, the blanket falling to his waist. “Six months? And she’s the one who took your method?”

he purred and Mara smiled, leaning in to place a small kiss on his warm waiting lips when the sound of Azreal calling her name pulled Mara away instantly. Mj beamed with pride as the dining hall full of rogues erupted into howls and yips of approval as Azreal announced the spokes-wolf for all packless wolves and Mara stepped forward, standing directly next to the Quicksilver Alpha and Original. Mj had to block out most of Azreal’s speech to keep her mind sharp and her head on a swivel as her and the other hunters made sure this conference stayed in the peaceful place it was currently in. Ace nudged Mj’s shoulder slightly, “you ok,” he inquired, and she only rolled her eyes, “pay attention