Novel & Cerita Tarnished X Marika

It was raised, leveled with a steady, terrifying precision. "Victor..." Serena’s voice was a quiet, broken whisper, completely buried beneath the roar of the wind. A wave of pure, unadulterated horror crashed over her as she looked into his eyes and realized the absolute truth: He knows. He saw me. Marco opened his mouth to spin around, his hand instinctively reaching toward the holster concealed beneath his heavy raincoat. He never got the chance. Thud. The muffled, heavy cough of the suppressed firearm cut cleanly through the thunder.

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

Funny enough, with all that had been going on she still managed to develop feelings for Kai which was a shock for her as well. How could I fall for such a man? Did she question herself? Love knows no boundaries. Her heart answered. “Sexy guys approaching." Alianna prompted. Xara wasn't interested in any of them. She was a married woman and she made a vow to stay faithful. Even if her husband did. Two wrongs never made a right. “Hi, I am Nik and you are?" One of the guys with hazel eyes and black messy hair introduced her. “I'm Xara and married." She said making sure he saw her ring.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

"The perfect successor to Project Lazarus." The kitchen tiles were icy under my bare feet as I stood. "You're lying." "Am I?" Saskia set Mara on the counter, the child's legs swinging nervously. "Check her left shoulder blade." The girl's sundress slipped easily off one shoulder. There, in faint silver scars: *D-45*. Just like mine. Jeff's breath hitched. His hand found the small of my back, steadying me as the room tilted. Mara's tiny fingers brushed my cheek. "Mama?"

When it's over, Xavier collapses beside her, completely exhausted. Marcus captures the final moments...his wife completely covered in sweat, completely destroyed, completely satisfied. Xavier's cum is dripping from her mouth, evidence of the complete possession and complete destruction. After several minutes of recovery, Xavier gets dressed. Before he leaves, he looks at both Marcus and Tanya. "That was even better than last time," he says. "I want to come back. And I want to bring friends. Multiple friends. I want to see your wife completely surrounded by massive cocks, all of them destroying her simultaneously."

“No backup. No police. No plan.” He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Congratulations, Lucas…” he says, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You just signed your own death warranty.” Marcella sobs harder. “No… please stop…” she cries. But Xavier doesn’t even glance at her. His eyes stay locked on mine. “All this…” he gestures around lazily. “All this… for a woman.” His smile turns cruel. “A woman who can dump you anytime she feels like it.”

I say and I can hear him throwing something, maybe a glass against a wall maybe, because I can hear the shattering of glass in the background. “You’re annoying me, Tatum,” he says and I shake my head, focusing on Mara who is staring directly into my eyes as she grips my hand. “You know I don’t like to ask twice, and you know how I get when you don’t answer me,” “What do you want, Thatcher?” I ask dryly as I stare into Mara’s eyes. She’s the one giving me the strength to go on with the day. After everything I’ve been through, I don’t need Thatcher making things worse. It’s like he has the ability to make things that are bad a lot worse. It’s like fucking magic.

He even went to Veterinarian school just so he could help his friend, and also ended up running the main secret lab at Terrace Pharmaceuticals. Mara on the other had was Tarrin's assistant, body guard, and another close friend. She was sexually abused by her father and abandoned by her mother. One day, when she tried running away, she only got as far as the park across the street when she came face to face with a very large wolf. Tarrin could never remember what happened, but Mara told him her father came after her, and started beating her, and when she was almost close to death, Tarrin attacked and killed him, saving her in the process.

If those lines broke? If an omega could just… skip them? If an omega, a useless little river rat with a pretty face and a haunted stare, could go from “clean that” to untouchable in front of the entire pack overnight— Then what was Marla? What was Cassia? What were Tomas and Reed except fists for hire? That couldn’t be allowed. Marla lifted her chin, anger sharpening into something colder. “This ends now,” she said. Cassia crossed her arms. “Draven said if we touched her—”