Novel & Cerita Rush Marlene

“Terra Seca will burn to its foundations. And I’ll be here to blow on the ashes.” “And your reward?” the man reminded her, his voice smooth as poisoned silk. “Dawson doesn’t forget his friends. The agreed amount, deposited in an account in the Caymans. Far from this… place.” “This place,” Marlene replied, looking around at the dark, dusty room and the faded photographs of a family that no longer existed, “stopped being my home a long time ago. It belonged to Joseph. All I want is enough money to disappear and never look back.”

Shelia brought in the deserts whilst the new maid carried the jug filled with water. "Thank you," Mrs Wolf said to them as they placed the deserts and jug on the table. "Oh Mike you have something on your shoulder" Irene rubbed his shoulder gently. Shelia noticed Irene's intent to seduce her boss' son so she decided to pour the water from the jug into Irene's glass cup and spilled it on her in the process. "I am so sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to" Still sitting Irene shouted at the maid in frustration. The lower part of her red dress had been soaked partially. "What the hell is wrong with you!" She lamented.

I smiled. He crossed his legs, this time not on the coffee table. "Why? Yes, I did." Cocky bastard. I opened my mouth to swear at him but was stopped by a distinct accented voice. "È molto tempo che non ci vediamo Alessia (Long time no see Alessia)" Mariano said as he entered the booth. I shook my head while smiling. Mariano owned the Santa Maria. He was a tall well built man. His muscles were exaggerated by his tight T-shirt and leather jacket. His head was full of neatly tousled jet black hair. His face was sharp and defined with light stubble.

She looked gentle and kind, completely unlike someone connected to evil. Candice smiled back, waving a greeting, but as soon as she turned her head away, her smile disappeared. “She’s Mrs. Lawrence.” “Lawrence…” Marlene clapped her hands. “Ah, I remember now, Mrs. Lawrence, the wife of Uncle Lawrence. I think I met her when we went to Shandor a few years ago.” “Yeah, that’s her.” Candice nodded with a smile. “Miss Hale, it seems you don’t really like Mrs. Lawrence,” Marlene said, her eyes narrowed slightly, with a half-smile. She had clearly noticed that the smile had disappeared as soon as Candice turned her head.

She asked, getting rid of the soiled napkin in her hands. I rubbed my hand against Marlene's face. She was hurt by a lady she was old enough to give birth to. I dismissed her with a hundred dollars to get herself together. “ Read my lips, on no account should you ever lay your hands on madam Marlene or else, count yourself worthy to be behind bars. Did you hear me?!” Silence filled the air. I could feel Iris cooking up something. “Let's assume I listen you, fine. What do you want in my billion dollar mansion?”She poured a glass of wine and drank stylishly the usual way of drinking.

A car pulled up in the parking lot, doors slammed, late guests hurried in laughing. Then I saw Marlene across the reception hall. She stood near a table, drink in hand, talking to someone. Her dress was blue, short, her hair pinned up messily. She turned, scanned the room, and her eyes landed on me through the open doors. Her face changed, eyebrows up, mouth open for a second. She set her glass down hard on a table. The liquid sloshed over the edge. She pushed through the crowd toward the entrance. People parted a little, but she bumped a guy’s elbow anyway. He turned and said, “Hey,” but she kept going.

“I came here to think about the shit between us, alone. I don't need you here complicating things even further.” “You think this is easy for me?” I replied, lifting my hand, wiping away the blood on my throat. The wound would be healed by now, and I cleaned my hand on my jeans. “I have to deal with your shit too… you don’t exactly make things very fucking easy Marlene.” “I can't concentrate when you’re around. Everything gets too fuzzy... too seductive...” Marley said, sighing. She dropped the knife to the floor and sank to her knees. “I can't keep doing this Rhayden. I'm only human.”

She’d gotten used to doing it all alone. Her eyes moved slowly across the beach. That’s when she noticed—Claire wasn’t there. She scanned the party again. The laughter, the music, the crashing waves—they all seemed to blur into one low hum. Her chest tightened. Then came the scream. A sharp, bone-deep scream that made her heart stop. The glass of wine slipped from her hand, hitting the sand with a dull thud. And then she saw it. Claire. On the ground near the building. Blood.

I almost bumped into her. “It’s nice meeting you Marie. I’m Cheska” She smiled and walked off again. She led me to a more private area of the restaurant. The whole room, except the floor, seemed to be a huge water tank. Various Fishes swam around. It was like being in a submarine under the sea. Very few people were here. The atmosphere was serene. My eyes caught Prince in a corner. “Have a wonderful evening Mrs. Crivelli,” Marie said before walking off. I made my way over to Tyler. He narrowed his eyes at me as I sat down.

I answered by rolling my eyes in my mind. He must have lost his patience, finally, because he pulled the comforter and switched the light on in my room. I kept my eyes closed and groaned in annoyance at the same time I put my arm above my eyes. “Did you hear me, Merida? You’re going to school or else I will let you live in the countryside of Switzerland.”