Oh No By Marina Novels & Stories

Nina held on to Marvin the entire night. Nick had to stay in a corner. Any simple movement caught by Nina ended up with her sending him deathly glares. He couldn't risk being the cause of an argument. Nina is capable of keeping her emotions in check. But one hellish dinner evening proved she was also capable of doing otherwise.

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.

“Um, yeah, but it’s all settled now, I know, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about you. How about we get out of here?” He said, placing his hands on her hips as he leaned closer and winks, and then there was a major scuff and huff that pushed him away from her. Standing between them was another girl who looked more than insulted as she splashed her drink on Bennett’s face, and Sadie gasped. “Oh my God, Morena, “no, you’re a liar. Bennett, stay away from me,” Marina said, and Bennett rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry about that, but I have to clean up.”

Marina instantly grabbed the gun from Mara and pointed it at Vanessa, she was about to shoot but. "Boom" Vanessa made the noise with her mouth. Trying to mock Vanessa who she noticed was frightened. "Surprised to see me?" She asked Vanessa, laughing hysterically at her. Mara took the gun from Marina. "You promised not to come to Mariana. Why are you trying to steal my moment?" Mara asked Marina. The woman only walked to the other end of the room and switched on the lights. She then took a wooden chair and sat down on it. "I couldn't miss the show for anything" She said, folding her arms across her chest.

Surely, I'm allowed to do that, right? Smiling, I walked towards the door and held the doorknob. I twisted the knob open and set my foot out. "No, Samara!" Amaris shouted, but it was too late. I found myself covering my ears because of the big bell just above the door. For a small bell, it created a loud sound like a gong— too loud that I had to cover my ear. Damn, what the heck is this? "The Omega is trying to run away!"

— That idiot is sending dozens of messages, as if he still hasn't understood that I don't want to talk to him. — Oh, he sent me some too. Let's take a picture so he knows he's not missing from anyone's life here. — Marina stood up and positioned herself to take a selfie, in which everyone at the table appeared. Before clicking on the screen of her phone, she said: — Come closer, guys. Fernando, give Ravena a kiss on the cheek. Fernando, Matheus' cousin, obeyed without hesitation and, putting an arm around my shoulders, pressed his lips against my face, just as Marina took the photo. She typed something on her phone and turned to me with a wide smile.

The comments were still flashing nonstop. Before I could sort out my thoughts, a low groan rose from beneath me. A moment later, Brian Janson’s voice came through. He sounded drunk, embarrassed, and annoyed. “Get off.” The comments went wild again: [Ohhh. “Get off,” huh? Afraid the villainess will notice that tent you’re pitching?] [Cold water is not saving you tonight!] [Nooo. He is tainted. How can the male lead feel desire for anyone who is not the heroine!]

As I look back, Marina was stroking Odette's shoulder, whose face pale as a ghost. Oh, someone is in big trouble right now.

No, these ones will take every skill you have and put it into action. I, as I promised, never spoke to Isabella this morning. So I do not only feel a sense of dread, but I am feeling regret. I broke a promise and she is now probably beyond herself with worry. I can see her phoning Lopez if she had his number. But there is no time for clouding your head, I need to be alert. Distracting is what makes you part of these marines that have been killed here. Not that I am saying it is a distraction that met their untimely fate, for the resistance here is savage.

Marina blurted, but there was excitement in her eyes. “So what’s it gonna be?” Malik grinned. “Take it off!” Devonte added. I started to protest. “Now wait a—” “A bet’s a bet, white boy,” Jamal interrupted. Marina stood. “He’s right, honey.” She undid her shorts and let them fall to her ankles, then kicked them away. She stood in nothing but a pair of pink silk panties, her ass cheeks spilling out. She turned slowly in front of them. Malik and Devonte whistled.