One Piece Mariejois Novels & Stories

Without any further explanation from Marie, I knew that she surely had read the news of the auction at the Center yesterday. Now, besides Marie, everyone else in the whole country probably knows about Oogway. I deliberately changed the subject, "Is there anything I need to do?" I didn't want to get Marie involved in this matter. Marie didn't take my attitude to heart. Nodding, she said, "Yes, yes, yes!" She mocked herself while tidying up things, "Well, I am asking Alina Jetson, Oogway's fiancee, to be my assistant. I wonder whether I will be stricken by lighting sooner or later."

Amaris I jolt awake; the urge to get out of here is all-consuming. What is going on? I ask, the need for answers just as strong as the need to bolt. ‘Something—' she begins but then stops, as if reanalyzing whatever is making us feel this way. Then, suddenly, panic surges throughout my entire body as she states, ’Mate! Something is coming that will put him in danger. We cannot go to him yet, we must prepare.’

Nobody else was here, luckily because i was dying from embarasment. He nodded his head quickly. ”I’m sorry.” He said. The tension was thick but if it were even possible, I now liked Marie more then ever. She was strong, powerful, fierce and elegant all at once. I hand never seen that combination before, not even from my own mother who held the same rank that Marie did. In fact, I hadn't ever seen in it in any Luna that I had met. Aiden walked in and behind him everyone else started pouring in as well. They all grabbed food and took their seats as they began talking.

Steffy whispered. “I’ll go get your water bottle,” replied Marie. “Sure.” She walked downstairs and hurried to get her wallet inside her bag. “Hey,” a voice said behind her. As she looked up, she suddenly felt her heart throbbing inside her chest when a tall boy with a pair of thick eyebrows gazed at her with a smile. “You’re Marie Joyce Reyes, aren’t you? I'm Yolo, the principal’s new scholar boy. He wants you in his office now.”

Marie’s worry reaches her hand and wipes away the tears that suddenly fall from her eyes upon remembering the past and her longing for the Maiden. “No, I am not. There is just something stuck in my eyes.” Her little lie that Marie didn’t question and believes her nonetheless. “Do not worry, I am alright now.” Marie nod, sits back down, and lets her continue brushing and fixing her hair for the occasion of the two to meet the Maiden and the other current holders that are in the clan’s domain. “There.” She smiles, presenting her masterpiece in front of the mirror where Marie is more than empress about. “I knew that white suits you great.”

Every time I’m near her, I act out of line. But all thoughts stopped when I saw Marie. She was dabbing a folded wet cloth on Isolde’s head. I rushed forward. “What’s wrong with her?” Marie stood quickly and bowed. She tried to lay Isolde’s head on the bed, but I slipped in and replaced it with my lap. Her body was burning hot. “Tell me now, Marie. What happened to her? Who did this to her?” I growled. Marie flinched, her hands trembling. “I-I don’t know what happened, Prince. I came in and found her like this.”