Peanut Marcie Novels & Stories

She barely has anything left hanging up - most of her stuff is either on her bed or in one of the various suitcases. "The Italian place, the fancy one. We should get dressed up," Charlotte grins, her eyes flashing as she mindlinks their other friend and her mate. Marcy and Shawn are one of the best pairings that Conrad has ever seen - Marcy is a nurse and works as a receptionist in the pack's clinic, and Shawn is a disaster who works with the warriors. He's always injured, and she's constantly patching him up.

She is your maid and too good and innocent for your games. 'It's not a game Ronnie. It was different with her.' 'Oh, really? What happens after a month has passed and you're tired of sleeping with the same girl that you see in your house every single day.' "You know, I'm almost sure that you ordered take-outs just to convince me you can cook." Marcy says, snapping me out of my thoughts and I give her a look. "You insult me, Marcella Anne Jensen." 'Well, it's not gonna happen because I won't be tired of her.'

Marcy's face took a downturn as she stared at the stove, wondering about a fast but delicious meal she could make within the time frame but Phoebe interrupted her, holding her hand. “That was exactly what I had just thought. Seems like your spirit aligns with that of Annie’s as Macaroni and cheese is her best food,” Phoebe explained as she broke into a giggle, pleased with the way things were turning out. “Really?” Marcy asked, her lips raised in a half smile as she found it a little hard to believe but the look on Phoebe’s face told her she was dead serious. Releasing a sigh, Marcy continued making the meal, “That’s a great relief. Now, what would we have for dessert?”

Ms Friedman was mixing some pancake batter by the stove and as Marcie moved about greeting everyone with ease, I found myself suddenly unable to move. "I'm glad you guys didn't start eating without us," Marcie quipped reaching out to retrieve a piece of bacon only to have her hand slapped away by her mother, "Ow!" she whined retracting her hand causing me to snicker. Her mother looked my way smile widening.

Maria nodded to indicate that she gave rapt attention and that Natasha was right about her being smart. "So, I want to cut a deal with you, like I did with the last PA. A very rewarding deal" her smile widened as she spoke "What deal?" "I'm getting to that. Well, it's no myth that I like Jackson. I've done all my life and literally everyone around us knows, except Jackson himself." Where was this weird conversation going?

She looked like she was heading toward me. I stopped and chuckled, waving my hand in her direction. “Are you okay? You look like you saw your mate.” I joked. Marcia was Aunt Daniella’s and Uncle Markus’ daughter. She was Harlene’s best friend and was also close to Lexi before she left our pack. “I thought for a second I smelled something delicious, but it was gone in an instant.” She said as she walked closer. “Nah, I’m not your mate.” “Of course not. Heaven forbid! Or Lexi will cut my throat.” She chuckled softly. It was a joke, as we were almost the same age, so I was sure she was not my mate. “Here, Harlene told me to give this to you.”

I said. "I agree," Lisa added. "I pity the bastard if he tries coming back." "Good. I think we're ready to leave, boys and girls," Marcia said. "Grab your stuff. I need to be to work in a few hours. We can stop for fast food on the way."

I say again, fixing the messy hair out of my face. Matthew doesn't say anything. Instead, he just grunts and moves to the stairs. I follow behind him. Marcy is at the bottom of the steps with a picnic basket in her hands and gives it to Matthew, who reluctantly takes it. "Have fun, you two," Marcy coos. "Whatever," Matthew mumbles in a barely audible whisper. Marcy gives me a smile while I run behind Matthew to keep up with his pace. "Can you slow down a bit?" I yell out to him.

Marcie stretched her hands and yawned, even though she hadn't gotten a tiny bit of sleep. She marched towards the tents and opened the bigger one centred in the middle and entered. I could hear words being exchanged from where I stood. A few minutes later, she exited the tent with another woman behind her. The woman was tall, way taller than Marcie, making her look like a dwarf beside her. She had scars all over her hands and legs and wore clothing that only covered her breast and the upper parts of her thigh, leaving her very flat stomach in full display. She was beautiful with her chestnut hair, her sharp jaw and her bright blue eyes that looked like the ocean. She walked confidently and h

Marco was just watching the scene, I noticed that he was clenching and unclenching his hand, trying to ignore it and control his anger but literally I can see the smoke going out his ears. I went near him and patted his head nicely. " C'mon Pete, let's go? You may enjoy the company too." " You better listen to him." Marc instructed " And you better mind your business." He said rudely as he stood up and walked to the kitchen I sighed and went back to the kitchen with him " What do you want me for Mattie?" He asked her nicely " Babe make the juice, please." She smiled at him He nodded and walked to the fridge getting the ingredients