You Marianne Novels & Stories

“We’re getting divorced, aren’t we? I’m moving out. “We’ll split the marital assets. I want two of the houses and one of the cars. You can sell me my portion of the company shares in cash. All I want is some of the money, Mr. Felton. Surely you won’t deny me that much? “You may still be running and hiding, but I’ve gotten sick of waiting.” Pearl suddenly ran up to me and fell to her knees. “Wendy, I’m begging you, don’t give up on James! It was all my fault. I admit I fell for him, but I’ve handed in my resignation now. Please forgive me!” She sobbed until her shoulders shook. James helped her to her feet, his eyes full of pain. I watched their charade calmly until someone suddenly punched m

"You know Mr. Oxford, don't you?" I was stunned by his question. I swallowed and nodded weakly. "It's terrible, he and his wife have already annulled!" Minda said in disbelief. "Became a womanizer. It's good to cut the tit, huh! It's shocking! I saw it at the bar the other day! Kissing girls with friends who are rich, I don't know." Minda shook her head and grimaced. "That's why I'm afraid to get married, I might just end up like my mommy."

Keren handed Mara a piece of paper. "Ma'am, if you are so smart then you should know that I cannot afford a phone so how then will I call you when I don't have a phone?" Mara couldn't care less if the lady was bothered by her rude attitude or not. "You know you don't always have to be so rude. You will meet me here by 3pm tomorrow before then I would have arranged for a phone call for you, it is very important" Keren instructed her and Mara nodded her head in agreement before Karen finally opened the door for Mara to go.

“You’re already holding it too tight. Loosen your grip before it snaps.” Marianne exhaled slowly, letting the tension ebb just slightly. Outside, the laughter from the porch rose again, Ari’s voice clear, Gavin’s bright and careless. Somewhere between them and the shadows in the kitchen, the currents of the night moved, unseen but potent. Elena placed her hand over Marianne’s. “No matter what happens,” she said, “we’ve got each other. That’s enough for now.” Marianne nodded, the corners of her mouth turning upward, small but determined. “For now,” she echoed.

and everyone loved that song, too. For the next thirty minutes, Bree played four more songs that she’d written and did a cover of “Landslide” by Stevie Nicks that got a huge response. This was the most fun she’d ever had, and she was so thankful to have gotten this opportunity. If she never walked on another stage again, she’d keep these memories forever. But, hopefully, this was the beginning of many years of success for her. “This last song I’m gonna sing tonight is one so close to my heart. I wrote it for a boy I used to know, one I haven’t seen in a long time. One I thought I could love. This is called, ‘Meant to Marry Me.’”

“Honestly, I would like to ask her the same question. She keeps clinging to me as though I'm some sort of lifeline she can't live without, and it's exhausting.” “Adri—” I didn't give him a chance to finish. “If you're done here, then leave.” “Gladly.” Without another word, Jayson stormed out the front door. No sooner had he left than Marianne descended the stairs, dressed in a fitted red gown with matching heels and heavy lip gloss that made her look like the spitting image of a clown. No doubt she was on her way to George's house. Ignoring her, I went over to the kitchen and got a glass of water.

Marianne was very convinced, she doesn't want to make another mistake, not in Marital affairs. “No problem,” Marianne said again. He put off his trouser and inserted his d*ck

Rand carried two glasses of champagne and almost dropped them. She moved completely out from behind the door and walked to the fireplace. “On the day I die, this picture of you will still be burned on my brain.” He handed her a glass. “Drink up, wild woman. I can’t wait to see you in action.” Marian took a sip of the cool liquid. “You’re overdressed for the occasion, my love.” She put down the glass and undid his tie. Then she started on the buttons to his shirt. When they were all undone, she pushed his shirt and jacket off.

Brief and very troublesome. Jane and Tera were engrossed in a lively conversation with Nora, chirping non-stop about many things concerning women. Meanwhile, Sebastian gathered with Damon, Jonathan. Sebastian's eyes wandered throughout his garden party. He couldn't find Vivia Wells among them, even though he specifically invited her as eye candy. Who could resist the gentle beauty of a pink rose petal? No one could resist it. But unfortunately, the homely girl seemed to refuse to come. Sebastian blinked, trying to fix his mindset. After all, he was a married man. How could he be looking for another woman on his wedding day? If Tera found out, she would definitely tear him apart.

She smiled back at me, though I could tell from her mind that she didn’t exactly want me to call her anything; nor did she wish to be in the same room as me. “Alright.” I whispered, only just managing to hold my smile in place. I glanced over Marianne Scarlette, her silver-coloured hair cascading in waves down the sides of her breasts and her aquamarine eyes unable to stay locked onto me; often darting to the prince and Ezio. She had a slender and yet curved body and stood at about five-foot-two, her sharp pointed nose and high cheek bones perfectly sculpting her features. I found her elegant, and yet rebellious; she didn’t like being told what to do and she certainly didn’t appreciate anyon