Possessed Stan Marsh Novels & Stories

"He should just mind his own business." Zack snickered at that. That just seemed to annoy me even further. "Are you jealous?" I gave a little snort at that. "I have better things to do than be jealous of him." "I meant him and Carla." He repeated. "Are you jealous of them?" I passed him a glare at that which he just dismissed with other small laugh. "Shut up, Zack." ××××× "There's this someone named as Valtor. It's so odd. I don't know who he is and then I don't even know who my parents signed a contract with-" I blabbered as I talked to Stella on the phone.

How he must be trying to get rid of me because I've been a huge problem since we met, even though I insisted he didn't have to bring me home I was still a big problem with him. "My parents live in San Diego," I responded oh so meekly and yes he heard it and now we were on a different route to god knows where. "Where are we going?" Of course I was going to ask but I received no response. I was not scared and even though I just met him and our whole encounter was a rollercoaster of events I trusted him because I knew he wouldn't hurt or I believe he would never harm me in anyway possible. Coming from my thoughts I gaped when a huge mansion came in my vision, I had not noticed the road we took

*Can anyone give me an update? *Oh Goddess! Alpha, one SUV is on fire. Both men are dead in that vehicle. In the other vehicle, Marshall is still strapped into the passenger seat, and he’s been shot several times in the torso. Patty and I are dragging him out now, he’s still alive, by some miracle. Justin is dead. Shot once in the head. Rose and Maddie are not here. There is blood in the backseat from both of them, but they’re gone. The only unfamiliar scent I am picking up is human. Ike, Brent and George have just arrived. They’re trying to track the girls, but I don’t think they’re having much luck,* Stanley says with tears in his voice. He is a gem of a male, but he isn’t cut out for the

Mr Marsh pulled out his phone from his suit jacket, then he placed it on the table and replied, “Mr Pearson, your daughter has offended the Stanton family heiress.” Mr Pearson shook his head and replied, “That’s impossible. Where did my daughter meet the Stanton family heiress?” Mr Marsh looked at Mr Pearson and said, “After your daughter returned to the country, she rekindled her relationship with Payton Phillips. However, he was already married to Miss Stanton, and they had a son. Please listen to this voice note, Sir.” Then he started playing the voice note. Mr Pearson’s eyes were as big as saucers after he listened to the voice note. What happened to his sweet daughter, and said, “Please

My chest constricted, the sound stealing my breath and leaving my heart hammering against my ribs. The door was locked, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t feel safe—not here, not with him, not anywhere that carried the echo of those bullets. I was in bed with a mafia lord, a man whose life was a storm of violence I could barely comprehend. Marcelo’s twisted passion and desire turned into something sharp and urgent.. “Fuck… not this again.” Before I could react, he was moving with a terrifying urgency—snapping his belt back on, grabbing his shirt from the floor, every motion precise and controlled. “Stay here,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous, before the door clicked shut behind him.

I was so glad to have both the Alpha and Beta on my side but my feelings were torn between them. "Thank you, Marcus," I said, trying to remove my hands from his and he didn't fail to notice my actions as he removed his hands from mine, raising a topic that'll distract us from the awkwardness. "Ahem! About Marshmallow, do you think that old hag would assault her to the point of death?" He asked, massaging his temple. "I think so. I've caught him in the act back at the slave establishment." I said, having a rewind of how I caught Mr. Old Face trying to assault Marsha in the small old house we shared.

"Want another?" I nodded. "Is there anything else I need to know?" Maxim handed me the beer. "Yeah, that guy, Stan, is actually Martha's mate!" And the hits just keep on coming! "How do you know all this?" "I may have given him the tools to dampen her magic on him. She was using him just like she did everyone else!" "So, she tried to steal my mate, while she had her mate poison me?! What a bitch!"

My heart sank, a wave of guilt and terror crashing over me. At that moment, something inside me snapped. I could feel my body trembling, a surge of uncontrollable energy coursing through my veins. My emotions boiled over, and my mind went blank. “The O-Omega!” someone from the crowd shouted, panic lacing their voice. The world around me faded as my body began to transform. I couldn’t stop it. My wolf took over, fierce and instinctive, completely out of control. Without thinking, I pounced toward Cassandra with a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed. My claws sank into the ground as I landed on top of her, pinning her beneath me.

“Cold.” “What does it mean?” “Answer me first. Did something happen before the slave hunt began?” I traced everything that happened in Bloodvenom Pack. Then I recalled about the night before the last day of the event. “She whined that her bones felt like breaking and also told me her body feels extremely hot.” Marshall bobbed his head and then went to take something from the big shelf behind the couch. “I’ve told you before. She has a wolf.” Although I wanted to refute it, I somehow couldn’t.

Absalom’s raging anger slightly subsided after the outburst. Hunter took a deep breath and continued, “Miss Marsh didn’t return to Judd Mansion but went to the jade mine instead. We couldn't investigate the situation there. Miss Marsh has arranged dozens of drones to capture the entire process, but we couldn't find any opportunities at all.” Absalom stood up and kicked the chair to the corner with a bang. He yelled, “Who is she with?” Hunter said in a trembling voice, “Dimas Martinez.” Slam! Absalom overturned the entire table.