Tarnished X Marika Novels & Stories

Marco cursed after her, and I scoffed. That bitch had just prevented him from getting killed. And I couldn't help but wonder if all of this could have been prevented if she had drawn the line with Xavier. Or had she been too sex-starved back then to remember the boundaries of their relationship? Whatever the reason was she should have fight the urge, and not succumbed to the temptation, she had to pay for that mistake. “Scarlett made me into a monster.” I shook off the thought, knowing I would only grow angrier remembering how Xavier had tainted my wife, but it was better this way. I wouldn't have to worry about finding Marco fucking my wife while I was at the company.

Dax POV Mara’s screams are a physical blow, landing low and dirty, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. ​The infirmary is a nightmare of blood and panic. Miss Ophelia’s hands are stained crimson as she packs the gaping gash on Mara’s flank with a poultice of silverleaf. The silver poison bubbles like venom in her torn flesh, turning Mara's familiar scent into something sour and desperate—a sickly twist that clings to the air like a physical curse.

"Mara!" Treddian snapped, getting my attention faster than anything else he could have done. I looked into his eyes and saw the same worry, fear, and heartbreak that I was feeling. "Mara, my own mate is on the other side of that. And true, our mating is not the same as you and Tohr's. But I still feel the pain of his absence. But we cannot go after them. We must stay here. We must stay here and believe they will come back," he said and broke the cardinal rule giving me a quick, hard hug.

As if I didn’t always feel his god-like presence wherever he went. “Jealousy?” Sheena sneered. “This child trapped one of our brothers! She’s probably some gold-digging slut who did her homework. Marek, the last one left unmarried, had a soft spot for broken people and so she pounced. Why can’t you see that? Who would accept a marriage to someone twenty years their senior unless it was for that? You expect me to believe…” “That is enough."

That was the deal and it was more important than ever. “Distractions are good.” Luca moved closer to her. Zira’s heart was almost beating out of her chest at the slightest brush of his skin against hers. “They can be,” she pushed away from the railing, ”but you see that chick down there with the crazy eyes glaring at me?” she pointed down to Harper. “She will probably be the death of me if she sees me continue to be distracted.” She smiled at the disgusted looks on their faces as they returned her glare. It even made Harper look away at last.

He then enveloped her in a tight embrace and kissed her forehead "Shhh. Everything will be fine Tammy. You will not marry Nathan okay?" She nodded getting up to look at him tears staining her flawless facial features. Xavier then wiped them off causing her to smile eyes giving off a sparkle of joy. But that hurt Xavier even more because of what Zuri had told him. He might never get to see that pretty smile ever again if his plans succeeded. Question was, was he ready to do make that kind of sacrifice...? ****** Mara paced about in her pretty little home visibly calculating her next move. She had managed to kill the king without a single evidence pointing back to her. It was a natural death,

Crystal whispered, “you’ll fall surrounded by people who once smiled at you.” She finished her drink and stood. Plans were already forming. And Mara— Mara would be the spark inside Red Claw. Crystal touched the window lightly. “This time,” she said quietly, “we burn her slowly.”

Alex said and rammed into her mercilessly, he washed off the worries in her head and Marie responded lustfully again. Lisa watched on as her husband ignored her presence. He dug in and out of another woman on their matrimonial bed and made her watch. Tears built up in her eyes. She was overwhelmed with bitterness. Alex reached his peak, he withdrew his hardness and jerked hard as he spilled on the sheets. Marie breathed heavily. She was too weak to run off immediately. She laid there breathing hard. When she gathered her strength, she rose up and ran past the older woman. She went for her clothes, abandoned her underwear, pulled on her gown and took to her heels.

The trash was sprinkled all over Maria’s body, from head to toe, and it was extremely disgusting and smelly. “Ahh! Xavia Lockhart, you bitch!” Maria jumped out of rage. Xavia glared at her coldly. “Don’t worry. There is Tide laundry detergent, so you’ll be able to get rid of the stains. You shouldn’t be angry.” After she was done speaking, Xavia brushed the dirt off her hand, turned around and left. Maria was speechless. Ahh! She originally wanted to make Xavia angry but she ended up shooting herself in the foot instead! She was really angry! At the corner of the corridor. A figure narrowed their eyes after watching the scene just now…

he chirped back, his tiny hand waving enthusiastically. The warmth of their interaction filled the car, a beacon of hope amidst the bittersweet reality of Daryl's impending departure. The shadow of the past still lingered over Marco. He was in therapy, trying to process the trauma of what had happened in that old house. Mika, the woman who had caused so much pain, was still out there, lurking in the shadows. I knew she wouldn't rest until she had her revenge, so I kept a watchful eye on Marco, ensuring his safety at all costs.