Oh No By Marina Novels & Stories

She sulked. Marina said, "Oh hi" and waved to the couple who were a few feet in front of us. Helen's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and her face was dripping with horror. Ryan bowed and said, "You must be Luna Marina. "No need for procedures" Marina smiled sheepishly Is Helen all right? Ryan enquired while wearing a troubled look. Would you rather do the honors instead of me telling them? I smugly questioned Helen.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

Even though my vision had partially returned, the sheer number of guests around me blurred everything. I struggled to push myself up, but it was futile. The guests continued stepping on me as if I didn’t exist. By the time I managed to lift my head, all I could see was Regina laying her head on Jared’s shoulder. Fireworks erupted in the air, streaking gold across the night sky. “I love you, Baby,” Jared said softly. My chest constricted. I couldn’t tell if it was my heart or my body that hurt, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision darkened, and my eyes rolled back.

Not now. Cut to Nicole Inside the cabin, Nicole adjusts the camera angle with manic precision. She tilts her head, blowing a kiss to her virtual audience. “Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” she purrs. “Alpha Jason Barron, wherever you are, I know you’re watching. Your son is so… delicate.” She trails a finger down Liam’s arm. The boy whimpers, and she laughs. “Come on, Jason. Don’t be shy. The world deserves to see you beg for Luna's mercy.”

Graham flung her hand off his arm and shouted, "She's not a housekeeper! She's my girlfriend! Go home, Emily! You're not welcome here!" He stormed off toward the neighborhood dump. But by the time he got there, it was already too late. The garbage from earlier had already been destroyed. ... Meanwhile, I had just stepped off the plane when my phone lit up with a flurry of notifications. I glanced at the screen, saw the 54 missed calls, and blocked the number without a second thought. Naomi's hand stayed wrapped around mine as we walked on. As we stepped out of the airport, a blond young man walked toward us with a bright, welcoming smile.

I staggered back, the walls of my room suddenly too close, the air too thin. Rowan reached out instinctively, his hands warm on my arms as he steadied me. “Hey, hey—Maya,” he said gently, his voice low and steady. “I know it’s a lot. Just… breathe for a second, okay?” I was barely hearing him. Marta—gone? Not just missing, but erased from memory, like some kind of ghost I had made up? My head was spinning, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Single guy, single guy, single guy! In the chat logs, Marina was extremely bold and arrogant, sending over a hundred messages a day, most of them photos of things she had bought. Jamie rarely replied. On the day before the wedding, Marina finally went quiet and stopped messaging him. However, Jamie suddenly sent her a message: [If you dare show up at the wedding tomorrow, you'll regret it.] Marina did not reply. It took Sharon over an hour to finish reading the entire chat log. She subconsciously glanced at Thomas.

Jacen said. " And I didn't even know I got that. Queen Victoria helped me in talent class. That's how I got to know about it and can able to improve it," Noah explained. I patted his shoulder and gave a smile. " Sydney Marin," I heard someone again calling me in a mike. Everyone's chattering noise decreased a little bit and I make my way to the stage. A bodyguard came behind the backstage holding something. Before I can see it, I decided to stop it. I know that's a gift for winning the paranormal game.

It was now close to 11pm. Me: Hi beautiful are you still awake? Marianna: Hi Manny, yes I am still awake. Why are you awake this late? me: Oh you know just working on this case, why are you still awake Ma'am? Marianna: Honestly, because I miss you, it feels weird to sleep alone now.... Me: Really? I am flattered, I miss you too Marianna. Marianna: You should try to get some sleep sir! Me: What are you wearing?

“Me too.” I recognized the voices. It was Bianca and Betty – Brittany's minions. I wondered who they were talking about. “She's so infuriating. She acts like everybody's beneath her. We are supposed to be friends but–” “She treats us like we're her puppets.” Bianca cut in, completing her sentence. They both let out groans. Brittany. They were talking about Brittany. I could have bet that they were standing before the mirror, touching up their makeup as they talked about her. I wondered where their puppet master was, that they were here badmouthing her.