Pokemon Marlon Novels & Stories

Mariano's expression darkened visibly, and he made me sit down on the chair I was previously tied to before sauntering over to Landon. "Motherfucker." He swore, landing a punch on Landon's eye. "Untie him." Mariano instructed Emilio, "I won't fight a man who can't protect himself." Landon was quickly untied, but he obviously didn't stand a chance against my man. Mariano beat him to a pulp, punching him hard across his face, kicking his gut, till he was bleeding profusely. "I love her." Landon choked through the assaults. "You will never love her like I do."

"She told me. She was very proud of herself." "She should be," Marlon said. "She kept Tate from breaking any more of the equipment." I looked at him carefully. "Are your ribs broken?" "Just bruised," Marlon said. "I'll take some pain relievers later." "Take the whole morning off, Marlon," I said, standing up from the chair. "Go back to your room and rest." "I have data to review, Dr. Carter," he replied, reaching back for his pen with a small, familiar smirk. "Sitting around makes me think too much."

"My terms. Go ahead, take a look." I watched Marlon as he watched the video. His features brightened, his eyes glinting with excitement. Was he always this handsome? He leaned backwards, placing his left leg on top of his right thigh and smiled as he held the evidence on his hands. His ticket out of a life of unemployment and humiliation. I didn't know why I always went out of my way to help him. A part of me tries to convince myself that it's because he considered my existence when I joined their training back then and still stick by me up until now but thinking of it at the moment was not a good enough reason.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

This has to be quick though. When Fiadh knocked I let her in. “Alpha Baylor, Siobhan has been asking for you. What could be…” I stepped back so she could see Marlon lying on my bed. “Where did that pup come from?” I picked Marlon up and said, “This is Alpha Heir Marlon Leary, his parents were killed tonight on their way to help our pack. This little guy is going to need our help,” I explained.

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

The young man in white glowered at Darryl before he said coldly, "Was it you who peeked at my fiancée when she was changing? I've been combing the street for you for a long time, and I've finally found you. I'm Marcus Lloyd. How dare you look at my fiancée! You must have a death wish!" F*ck! So it was about that incident… Darryl had been transported to the continent, and he accidentally saw a woman as she changed her clothes. He did not expect she had such a powerful fiancé! Darryl knew that Marcus was a Level Three Martial Saint! He also had more than a thousand followers behind, and they were probably at the Martial Marquis level! F*ck! Was a Martial Marquis so common in the Great East Con

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

"Oh, little Ash, you will make a fine dragon, but you have a lot to learn about your Uncle Laryn." The change in Ashrac happens so fast it surprises me. Regardless of Sarn's hold, the boy fights like a demon and lands one kick after another. "Don't call me little. I remain the mightiest dragon to ever live." He somehow manages to get close enough to sink his teeth into the top of Sarn's leg. "Ohhh, you brat," Sarn yells out. He releases Ashrac's neck and lifts his hand to strike him. Ashrac throws himself backward over the cliff.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly