The Marlow Novels & Stories

« I don’t care anymore about such things. I don’t look back a lot, you know, I’ll have neck pain if I do so and it’s such a pain in the ass. » « Marlad, a spirit of shadows, is after all this. He lures unfortunate souls into this abyss to consume their souls. He is probably having hard times dealing with your body. He must separate your soul from it, but you’re a Grande. It won't be easy. » I melted the lock and walked inside. I sat down in front of him.

he muttered, “or maybe lesser than an inch.” With a deep breath, Marwick opened his eyes, his voice filled with raw emotion, "It's clear that River is in trouble," he said, his words tinged with both sorrow, "I have to make sure she stays safe, but for that, I need to find her." Marwick's heart ached as he thought about River, wondering where she might be and what she was going through. He knew he had to find her. He needed to reach out to his wife and offer his support.

Overcome with obsession, Marlow immediately frowned upon seeing this, and a cold glint flickered across his eyes. He was consumed by rage when he noticed how intimate they were. Marlow was a desperate man, and he wasn't about to let anyone near Ginger, let alone so intimately. He simply couldn't allow it! "You're not allowed to leave. Stay where you are!" Marlow sprinted over and angrily stopped both of them. He glared at Woody with hostility. "What are you doing, Marlow?" Ginger asked in shock. Marlow angrily pointed at Woody. "Who is this?"

“You want me dead?” Kaela answered before I could. “The port papers are signed. Eleanor can’t punish you here.” Marlow snorted. “That woman punishes people anywhere.” He stared at me a moment, then sighed. “Fine.” “I saw her,” he said. “More than once. Always careful. Always watching.” “Who was she with?” I asked. “A man,” Marlow said. “Not a pack or a worker.” “Describe him,” I said, forcing my voice steady.

move, but it was where my mindset was at now. I couldn't move, didn't want to move. I knew deep down that if I moved, Sólas was going to come back and attack me once more. Without even realizing it, my body was shivering in tune with the swirling of my mind. -Mara. - Whispered a voice through the storm in my mind. I shoved it aside, knowing that it wasn't possibly Tohr. I had been hoping he would answer me for days now, there was no way he would do so right now.

After all, the person standing behind Angie was Blake, and no one dared to truly offend her. The law of the jungle was the law of survival in this society. After work, Avery sat on the roof of the hotel alone. Her body was shriveled up beside the railing, and her eyes blankly stared at the cars below. The mediocre cars and pedestrians were but a small black dot in her eyes. "What are you thinking about?" The sound of steady footsteps came closer and closer. The man's voice was gentle and filled with magnetism. Avery slowly turned her head, only to see that Marlowe was dressed in a milky-white windbreaker, and had already arrived beside her.

But I did and it was kinda embarrassing. “Mworago?”

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

I was angry and curious at the same time. What do Endrick take me for? Does he not have any humane feelings? I wonder even whether Endrick loves me, if he does nothing in this world will make him give a contract marriage just for his benefit. I faced as I moved two steps closer to him. You are a selfish man.

Marlowe’s POV "Sign the document." He said to me as I stared at both of them. He climbed out of bed naked and wrapped a robe around himself. "What is this about?" I asked him in a shaky voice as a premonition came over me. “Are you afraid of the paper?” Tessy said to me with a sneer as her lips curled into a smirk. She stood and came to me, her breasts bare, nipple pointing as she pushed the envelope across the table towards me. “Are you frightened, Miss Marlowe?”