Sanemi Mark Novels & Stories

I spluttered out in a failed attempt to say 'were'. Thankfully, Damian seemed to understand and nodded his head, but smiled. Yes. But don't worry. I turned my head to look at his eyes. I've always been good at reading his eyes, and I hoped I still was. When I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but love and pure happiness. I felt myself calm, knowing that whatever he was about to tell me would be good news. "We have a beautiful and might I add perfect little girl. I hope you don't mind, but I named her Sienna Makayla Stone." Damian quickly spits out.

he called, his voice wearing that tone that made her name sound special, “you are not getting my point.” ”What is your point?” ”You are a half-fairy, for the goddess's sake!” his whispered voice shouted while his buttocks sharply left the chair. “ Because of the success of the ritual, it is confirmed that you are a half-fairy. So, you will not be going to Mount Hermos.” Zaramanni was tired of hearing that phrase over and over again. She was half-fairy… She was not human. She was tired of hearing it. But, a part of Zaramanni knew that was possibly the truth.

she mumbled. "Salis is a powerful hybrid necromancer that was banished from the fairy realm because he would steal mates from their intended match. He stole others' mates and also my cousins, having his way with them before abandoning them. He is without honor and will not have your best interests in mind. You are demon marked so I am certain that is what is drawing him to you," Atlas surmised. Frowning, Aira glared at him.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

His eyes opened wide. “There is an inscription.” I nodded, suddenly remembering. Yes. There was an inscription. What? “Something in Greek, I think,” I said. “Latin,” he corrected. “Spina rosam et congregari Salem,” he said, and then looked at me, as if expecting me to understand. I had no idea. I never had. “It says: The rose and the thorn meet in Salem.” He stared at me, and I stared back. My mind raced, wondering what that could mean. His eyes had shone with a newfound purpose.

Samantha Mark's eyes remind me of a random clearing in the forest that has nothing but green grass. His eyes are brighter though, and they do shine brighter than anything I have ever seen. I lean forward and press my lips against his. His hand quickly grabs my neck and the kiss deepens. My lips move against his while his tongue dances in my mouth. He tastes of peppermint with a touch of rosé, it's his favorite, after all. The kiss is sweet and feather touch not all what I expected, though I can't quite clearly state what it is I expected from the kiss.

Jet smiled at my mate and shook her hand. “I’m Kirsten Relani , but please don’t ever call me Relani just Kirsten or Lani. It’s nice to meet you guys,” she said sincerely and smiled genuinely. Her smile was breathtaking and again, I was jealous that she didn’t smile at me. Relani was her name, huh? I thought to myself. That’s one hell of a sexy name and yes, I know she told us not to call her Relani but who cares? It’s sexy. I quickly shook those thoughts away.