Novel & Cerita Oh No By Marina

The chat history was completely empty. I looked at Marina’s phone. The screen’s light reflected her anxious face. I looked up her search history, contacts, and text messages. There was no trace of Kai anywhere. “He asked for my number once,” Marina said softly, “but I ignored it.” I stared at the stark, unapologetically clean phone screen and let out a sharp laugh. That was it! Marina touched my back cautiously. Her hand was warm. “Shawn, what’s going on? Please, tell me.”

After three years in a long-distance relationship, I went straight to the courthouse as soon as my flight landed, ready to marry Willow Payne. Instead, she showed up holding a newborn baby. Without a trace of guilt, she placed the baby in my arms. "This is Rachel, my daughter with Preston. You can raise her from now on." My mind went blank. Standing beside her, my childhood friend, Preston Webb, burst out laughing. "Willow and I got drunk one night, and one thing led to another. We ended up sleeping together. Your time working out of town is finally over, and now you get to come home and be a dad. Hell of a surprise, right?" I stared at them. "Do you seriously think this is funny?"

Natalie lowered her head, her eyes dark with resentment. Meanwhile, Shantal followed the waiter to the table Marilyn had reserved. The spot was tucked in the corner, away from the noisy crowd near the bar. Marilyn hadn’t arrived yet. “Here’s your table, Miss Harver,” the waiter said politely. “Thank you.” Once he left, Shantal’s phone buzzed. It was Marilyn. “Shantal, have you arrived? Traffic is a mess. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “I’m here. Don’t worry, I’m not in a rush,” Shantal replied calmly.

"You're the only one I've ever loved, so I'll never give up on you, Lina." I felt a shudder of revulsion and had security kick him out. Marco had barely left when Fiora suddenly stood in my path.

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. “What?” Azrin’s voice was weak, as if he had just been sucker-punched. “The bite just barely missed your gland. He bit wide. He didn’t break his promise after all,” Marina's voice was soft, almost tender, like Lexus’s when he felt regret but didn’t know how to express it.

March grabbed my upper arm and hauled me out of my seat. I tried to hide the pain that shot through my arm, but a soft groan escaped me. I felt my feet briefly leave the ground as he pulled me toward the door. The humid breeze outside sucked the unsteady breath from my lungs. Marcus let go of my arm and I stumbled against the outside railing leading up to the door. “Who is the Marine,” he spat. I straightened, but didn’t have a chance to answer when Marcus tumbled forward over the railing, landing on the gravel. Madden stood at the door. “Get in your vehicle, we’re leaving.”

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

When I arrived at the Gilmore estate, Erik was standing at the gate, clutching Audrey's hand. The two of them sized me up with mocking eyes. "Tsk, tsk… You say you won't choose me, but you're scared something might go wrong at the bonding ceremony in two days, huh?" Erik sneered. "So you had your parents pressure me into marking you during the engagement party instead? "You plan to get marked early so you won't have to worry about any last-minute surprises, huh? Elsa, I actually thought you had a backbone, that you might really refuse to be my mate. But turns out, all those harsh words of yours were just empty bluffs."

White-hot pain shot through my side like fire, and I sucked in a ragged breath that felt like glass cutting through my lungs. “You don’t get to threaten me,” Lane seethed, his voice raw now, no longer the calm detective but a man barely holding back his rage. “Not after everything. Not after Maria.” That name. It rang a bell. Barely. I squinted up at him, blinking blood out of my eyes. “Maria?” I rasped.

I could take some juicy pictures for my collection too. “Alright, I’ll try,” I said. I walked toward Marina. She was still alone. Maybe I had the wrong impression thinking she was that guy’s date. “Hey,” I said and tapped her on the shoulder. Marina turned around, and her face turned sour when she saw me. Jeez, am I really that undesirable to her? “Oh. Hey Logan,” she said dryly. “Expecting someone else?” I chuckled. “None of your business,” she snapped.