Murphy X Mitzi Novels & Stories

“The only thing I asked of her was to be faithful. I even offered to share her with another mate if that would make her happy. We fought and argued for the whole week. She finally agreed to settle down after the hunt.” “I told my mom that we were going to work it out. I needed her help. I asked her to keep the girls so that we could go out, and work on our marriage. When Mitzi called Bridget, mom thought that Mitzi was going to surprise me. I guess she did.” “During everything that was going on that weekend, Mitzi left. The only thing that she took was what she was wearing. Left her ring and a note in the bathroom. The old house was nothing but memories. I moved us here before school started

“I’m getting married.” “Come again?” I sucked in a breath, meeting her watercolor blue eyes. “I’m getting married.” She blinked once, twice. My heart stammered. I thought she’d have a panic attack, but then she laughed, snorted, and held her tummy while doing so. When she realized I wasn’t laughing, her eyes widened. “You’re shitting me.” I shook my head and filled her in with the bits of my agreement with Klaus. The mimosa she ordered turned into a bottle of Riesling. “Klaus Martinelli.” I nodded. “That sexy infuriating Italian, you say?” I nodded again and jumped in my seat when she shrieked as though she’d seen Michele Morrone.

I said, my voice cracking. “You did the moment Bruno spared your father,” Murphy replied coldly. Tears fell from my eyes as I stared at the ground. “He needs to be gone before the end of the week,” Murphy said as he stood. “If he’s still alive then I’d step in…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. Then he walked away, leaving me on the cold stone path, crying, scared, and completely alone. ---

I could use a distraction. I nod, mustering up a genuine smile. “That sounds perfect.” We make our way to the media room, settling onto the leather couches. Mauricio brings us a tray of coffee and breakfast pastries, the smell of fresh brewed beans and warm, flaky dough filling the air. “Okay, what are we watching?” Eboni asks, grabbing the remote and pulling up N*****x. “And please, for the love of God, no true crime documentaries. I can’t handle anything heavy right now.”

" Says pablo, giving me a copy of the CCTV footage in front of Bella's apartment, it's lucky that pablo had someone install the security cameras. Just in case something bad happens to Bella the way it does now, and it turns out it really does, too, he has the camera in her apartment so he doesn't know what she gave him. But he had also checked directly into Bella's apartment and found a plate of compressed contents, leaving only bones and traces of chili cheese and vegetable gravy. From what he saw, pablo was able to verify that miss miller had actually been poisoned by the woman who had fed her food, perhaps thinking that she was Lord vilante's errand boy so she would receive it without a s

when they returned, and there was a strange and anxious air the instant they stepped inside the castle. The large living area was crammed with Bryce, Marisa, Graysen, Martin, Xaun, and four strangers. " Baby?" Apollo approached his gaze drawn back to the frightening witches from before. Xaun turned to face his mate, welcoming him with a loving grin and a sweet peck on the cheek while gently putting his arms around him. Fleurie approached carefully and sat next to her mate, peering at the familiar-looking man. Graysen drew her closer to him and lightly pecked her cheek.

The hallway instantly exploded into chaos. “Let go of me!” “Security!” Several nurses rushed toward us while people nearby started gathering around the hallway watching the scene unfold excitedly. Honestly, the humiliation alone burned badly enough. But hearing people whisper while staring at us like some cheap drama made it worse. “What’s happening?” “Who’s the real wife?” “I heard Vincent Hale only loves Cassia.” “Of course it’s Cassia,” another woman whispered confidently. “Didn’t you hear? He waited years for her.” “That’s so romantic.”