Warcross Marie Lu Novels & Stories

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“Mr. Cross please, what happened? Why are you dragging her this way… she… she’s pregnant. You might hurt her. Whatever happened, we can talk about it, please just—” “If you don’t want to lose your job, you’ll seal your mouth, Marie,” he said, not looking back at her. She didn’t say a word after that. I looked back at her over my shoulder, tears already blurring my vision. “Marie—” “Keep moving,” he said. As we reached the top of the stairs, I tried to pull back, grabbing the railing with my free hand, resisting with everything I had. “Please—take a moment and listen to me, Mr. Cross. I’m pregnant, please, just slow down, just—”

Even from across the table I can tell it’s beautiful. “It’s nothing.” Arabella waves her hand dismissively. “You mentioned once that you liked their scarves and I happened to be near the flagship store in Paris last month.” “I love it.” Marisol holds the scarf up to the light. “I absolutely love it.” I look down at the wine bottle sitting uselessly on the side table. The meal is four-course exercise in humiliation. Marisol spends the first course asking Arabella about her work. “So you’re taking over the Thayer wedding project now?” She cuts her fish into precise little pieces “That’s quite a responsibility.”

It was the environment, the…" "Was it the environment that made you leave me on our wedding night to run off to the warzone?" I cut him off coldly. "Or was it the battlefield that made you return with another she-wolf to deny my existence?" I brushed past them. "Don't forget. You still owe me money. I'll see you at the arbitration first thing tomorrow morning." The next morning, I stood before the tribunal in my silver-gray chief healer robes. The Bruce family was already waiting.

"Once this busy period is over, I'll accompany you to visit the director. My migraine has been working up again. You should make some time to give me a massage." All I did was smile as I used whatever strength was left in my left hand to hold up my right hand. The fingers that had soothed his migraine numerous times, but were now filled with pain, appeared in his line of sight. "How about taking a look at them for yourself, Ian?" I held back the horrible pain to pull up my long sleeve to reveal what was hidden beneath. It was my right hand, which was swollen, bruised, and contorted.

"That sounds terrifying." There was a spa room in the estate, and currently, it was warm with candlelight and lavender oils. Two women in crisp uniforms scrubbed and massaged our feet while a playlist of soft jazz played overhead. Maria had an exfoliating mask smeared over her face and was attempting, rather unsuccessfully, to balance the cucumber slices on her face. "You know," she said, failing again and flicking a cucumber onto her own thigh, "Luca isn't so bad once you get to know him."

"Oh my God, Luca! Lucia!" Marie exclaimed, rushing to the scene as Izumi dripped, her mouth and eyes still widened. "People need to learn how to mind their business! I don't like her" Lucia snapped. "And I repeat, do not talk down on mum anymore. We've had enough of your japanese classes, now out!" Luca pointed authoritatively at the door. "Miss! Please calm" Marie tried to coax Izumi who looks like she's currently boiling with rage as she stared at the mess on the expensive dress which would definitely feed an extended family for months.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

Marie chuckles to herself and pours another glass of wine. "This is not the end! I will not stop until he becomes mine. I think I need to use my last alas to break them apart.” ---

Ralph smiled at her as he gestured the prince on her back. “Hi, Ms. Sieran. How are you? Prince Mharl extended his right hand to Marie. Marie could not believe the turn of events all of a sudden. Marie’s friends transferred to the Prince’s cruise while the two of them were left as the Top View cruise turned left to the Statue of Liberty. “Did you have a vacation here?”