Tarnished X Marika Novels & Stories

More like what didn’t she do to us? “It started with the Wolf God Xamnir and his mate, Moon Goddess Tiarin. Marle was an Original Witch, Xamnir’s pack witch, and was in love with him before he met his mate. But it all went downhill for her when Xamnir fell in love with Tiarin,” I start. “He killed Marle for desecrating a law, and burned the entire coven of Original witches, but Marle somehow survived.” Cherie frowns, her brows knitting together in the cutest grimace. “But she said her lover rejected and killed her because he married someone of his stature?” she says, shaking her head. “She twisted the narrative so I would doubt you.”

"Bring her here. And where is her girl?" "She fell asleep with twins. Want me to get her?" Enzo asked but Xavier shook his head. "No, let her sleep. Bring Mariana". Enzo turned on his feet to get the woman while Ray came with juice for Caroline. Xavier held the glass and fed her with his hand. "Boss"! Enzo spoke to him as he had brought Mariana in the lounge again. "Leave us En. Thank you". He told Enzo before turning to Mariana. "How did you destroy the pack I asked for?" Xavier said in a flat tone. He remembered he didn't have condoms with him that night since he didn't think about spending a night. But one thing led to another and he took the girl to the room upstairs.

“And poor her, the man she is expecting to protect her has to leave because of family sanctions.” Marika takes back her role in threatening Oneil. Her intel does not fail her to report how things are going on between the Mercators and Paulssons. Although she could only earn a little information from a non-suspecting individual, she can make the most out of it to turn the tables against Oneil.

The sheer disgust dripping off of Madison's tone is enough to shatter my new found confidence into shards. A cold sheen layers her dark blue eyes, making them appear even more cunning and disapproving than ever before. The kindness that I once sawn in them is now nothing but a vivid memory of the faraway past. "I'm s-so–" But before I can finish my sentence James Witherdale, mind you the most handsome guy in school, cuts me off mid speech.

I can not be defeated. 'What makes you so desperate to sell your bodies to those hungry wolves, Darling? They are beasts full of lust and nothing else. They will rip you apart. Why do you want to ruin yourself? Why not give yourself to a man who would die in love for you rather than to those who worship the organ dangling in between their legs? You have a better destiny ahead of you. Don't burn!' At first glance, Xiomara seems to radiate an aura of a rude bitch who wouldn't take any shit from anyone, but a closer glance won't take twice before blowing one's mind away.

Still, I didn’t confront him because I wanted to understand why he would lie about something as big as being blind and what he stood to gain from his pretense before I let any word out. While the new mystery I had let myself into clawed at my thoughts, Xira continued to make my life miserable. Training was just as brutal as ever, though since the last outburst, she hadn’t crossed a major line. But she was still ruthless, unrelenting, and deliberate in her methods. Every session ended with new bruises blooming across my body like trophies for participation, and Mara, on the other hand, fussed endlessly as she tended to my sores. One night as she tended to me, “She’s trying to break you,” Mara

"I believed in your intrinsic goodness, in your inability to harm anyone, including myself. But that trust collapsed tonight. You may assume you've triumphed, Alpha Xavier, but the truth is that you've stumbled. You've failed as a virtuous guy, a loyal friend, and the Xavier I admired." Marina struggled to suppress the tempest within her beneath the weight of the occasion. She smacked him across the chest, each blows a manifestation of the tempest she was fighting. Her acts were a release, a physical manifestation of the turmoil that had raged within her since her rescue from the clutches of a vicious monster. The experience would haunt any lady in her position. Marina's tears ran down her c

"I've been through that whole trip and believe me it's not worth it. Putting out for guys winds up leaving you feeling just like... well, pardon my language, but just like a cunt." "That's just exactly how I want to feel!" Marika declared defiantly. "Like a juicy, wet cunt!" Jack peered through the crack of the door just in time to see his supposedly innocent niece rubbing her tit. He couldn't believe it. "C'mon, Marika," Manuela scolded, "where's your self-respect?" "Right between my legs," Marika shot back. "Oh, you're hopeless," Manuela muttered. "Hopelessly horny," Marika laughed. "Just look."

Frank stood up and bellowed, "Show yourselves!" Several figures flew toward them right then, landing right in front of Frank. They were led by Marika, a woman in her thirties who was dressed in a white habit. As her figure was amazing, the fiftyish geezers flanking her had sleazy looks on their faces. Nonetheless, Marika's attention was on Frank. "Are you the one who crippled my senior's cultivation, brat?" Frank nodded. "Indeed it was—but just so you know, he was ready to murder innocents."

she remarked, her gaze fixed on his every move. Xavier spoke coldly and detachedly, his voice devoid of warmth. "Nothing surprises me anymore," he answered, his words tinged with tiredness and indifference. Marina approached him with irresistible attraction, her stare entering his soul, unfazed by Xavier's apparent lack of enthusiasm. Her seductive voice was dripping with desire as she mocked him. "I am a bundle of surprises. Why don't you give it a shot?" she asked, her fingers slowly connecting with his, sparking a fire within her.