Peanut Marcie Novels & Stories

she says as she comes toward us with the food bucket. She sits down and pulls out the contents of the bucket...which includes four water bottles, a loaf of unwrapped bread, and a jar of creamy peanut butter. "Why do you think he will choose me...and don't you think he has thought about that," I ask through my tears. Mariah shrugs.

“Erica Saunders, Darling!” Mitzie heard Marva yelling across the room as she strolled away to her next victim. Alford knew how Marva annoyed Mitzie, and instantly placed his hand on the small of her back to sooth her. Mitzie watched Marva as she made her way to Erica and repeated the 2-cheeck air kiss with her. For a woman who Mitzie guessed was maybe in her late sixties, Marva did not let age overtake her. Mitzie knew that Marva worked with a personal trainer at least 5 times a week, and instead of going full grey-haired, she kept her bob-cut hair dyed a vibrant silver color. She was not a bad looking woman.

I was happy we could help Grandma, but at the same time, I missed my mate. Mrs. Marcy was one of Grandma's friends, and we have known her since forever, so it was not unusual that when we worked close to her border, she would feed us. Her home was close to the fence, while Grandma's was exactly at the other end. It was efficient, but I had wished things had gone a different way, so I could go back to have lunch with Elisa. An hour later, Mrs. Marcy walked towards us. "Here," Peyton handed her the containers, and she smiled.

A woman with a strong southern draw comment. “Well, I don’t want flies in the first place,” Nickie sneered, turning to face the woman. She didn’t seem phased by Nickie’s glare. Her dirty blonde hair was a mass of curls that perfectly framed her equally perfect face. Despite her rustic attire, Nickie could see this was a woman cut from the same cloth as her. The woman gave her a disgustingly adorable laugh that Nickie didn’t doubt was well-rehearsed. “Of course you don’t,” the woman told her then sat down next to her. “I’m Marcy,” she stated as a quick introduction. “So mind the cliché line, but what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?”

Neither was her pussy. "Wait!" She called out as she started toward him. "I'll walk you out." She turned back to her friends. "I'll be right back." "Uh huh" Marcia said. "Don't worry, we're not timing you." She winked at Chelsea, making her blush deepen as she turned and walked out of Hooligan's with Peter, her cunt throbbing with hunger. "Of course," she heard Monica say, "I bet he could keep the timer clicking."

While their relationship wasn't exactly close, they no longer exchanged harsh words. Marcia couldn't help but glance at Hayden across the table. Thinking of him as a manipulative man who'd forced someone into a compromising situation, she found herself instinctively aligning with Nicole. He smiled lightly, slowly nibbling on peanuts. Noticing her gaze, he teased, "What? Do you like peanuts too?" Marcia shook her head. "Oh, no, no. Go ahead, enjoy them." She didn't even look at her plate, just shoved some food into her mouth, causing the others to stare at her in surprise.

Rex continued, his voice becoming low and serious, Lacey knew then she would not be able to change his mind. “Good luck with that? Now, who is cracking that shit open?” Turning around, Marcia was already marching in through the door in a loose-fitting white shirt and black leggings that came down to just above her knees. “Um, did you even bathe? That was fast, even by my standards” Lacey replied, shocked at seeing Marcia back so soon. “I have learned a thing or two in my day” Marcia smirked, walking up to the cupboard next to the large fireplace and retrieving five glasses and placing them down on the table.

Marcel had kept her safe all this time. “Maria?” I asked, taking a step toward her. Aria looked at me before turning her attention to the one person who used to be my friend. “How did you get out?” “Alpha Marcel’s men let me out, they told me to go and hide. You know, I was under his protection, but it seems to me that there was a little matter that I needed to take care of first.” She said, taking a step toward me. Her eyes dropped to my stomach. She stared without shame. “You’re huge,” she muttered.

"I mean he obviously doesn't want me and I'm not the type to....." "Shut it. You disappoint me. If I had known you were half this weak, I would have gone for your sister. How do you feel dragging his love with a pet? A common pet! A servant would be a lot less demeaning" Marcie bawled and Kimberly remained speechless. Marcie stood and walked away from her. "I'm sorry, aunt. I didn't mean to....." "I said shut it" Marcie snapped and she fell shut. "A pet. It's been a while since I handled those" Marcie's tone became lighter and Kimberly shifted uncomfortably in her seat. While Eric had pets just for the fun of torture, Marcie raised pets for a whole different reason.

Brayden, Jada, Daphne and Caleb dined on Manicotti with Maureen’s special marinara sauce that evening. Marcy served them, and Jada thanked her, making eye contact with the girl and smiling at her. “How are your studies going, Marcy?” Jada asked her. “I’m having trouble with Microbiology,” she admitted. “We can look at it together tomorrow afternoon if you want to. Perhaps I can help,” Jada suggested.