You Marianne Novels & Stories

She stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it, To reveal one of the Luna Queen's maids. “ Amaria, the Queen has requested an audience with you,” The maid said, staring at her with a contemptuous look. “ It's' Lady Amaria', not Amaria and don't look at me like that, you're just a maid so act like one” Amaria replied angrily as she walked out of the room. The maid nodded slowly with a tiny glint of anger in her eyes as she watched Amaria walk away,' hmph! You think you will last in this castle, just wait and watch' The maid thought.

He nodded and walked out of my office. I have to marry Emma, she's my way out. My mother, Isabella Caruso, wants me to marry Serena Moretti, that Jezebel. I understand that marriages are business connections, Serena's dad is one of the most powerful political figures in the country, if not in the continent. And, to make things worse, she's a 'daddy's girl', whiny, can't take no for an answer, annoyingly sex-oriented, and unappealing in every way.

The word husband felt like a noose tightening around her throat. She didn't argue. Because deep down, she knew he was right. Whoever wanted Adrian dead... wouldn't stop now. And if she stayed by his side? They would come for her next. As the car sped through the dark streets, Elena's phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. "You married the devil, Elena. And now, you'll burn with him." Her blood ran cold. Because no matter how much she wanted to believe she had a choice-

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

She stops just right after the door, too shy to look into their faces, she glances down, clasping her hands right in front of her, while her legs are shaking. She hates to be this submissive but she has no choice, the princes are just three years older than her. Mario, the youngest, comes in between his brothers and whispers something into their ears. While this whispering is going on, Marianne is having her own thoughts. First she is wondering what's the perfect job they have for her, second she is puzzled at why her wolf kept on attracting herself to the Castlevania triplets. While her heart is detesting them and wanting to be far from them as much as possible, her wolf is excited. Her hea

"Huh? Can't you move on yet?" I just silently cursed him in my thoughts. He makes me remember about that accident and I hate this feeling. "Oh come on my brother, it's just the past and anyone can't control death. You should to let her go." "..." "Anyway, I heard that Miss Libby Murray is a beautiful woman and has even been in the TOP 10 beauty competitions. There's no reason to refuse her, you know?" He said that from across the phone and it made me sick. I took a deep breath for a moment and then answered, "Then you just need to marry her, right? I already have my future wife. Bye."

She couldn't figure out how to reply to her. Ivy chortled. She continued, "In case you need a reminder, Miss Mirabel. I am legally married to Mr. Dillon Long and if you wish to get married to him. Then you need to get him to divorce me first," Her voice was clear and stern. She moved her mouth close to her ear and mumbled, " Don't play dirty games with me again, Mirabel. I won't sit back and watch you humiliate me any longer." She smiled brightly at her and strolled upstairs into her bedroom. Mirabel's face had reddened out of shame and fury. She sent punches into the air and stomped her feet into the house madly.

The group chat that had been idle for days sprang to life as if someone had injected it with steroids. Slater: A little birdie informed me someone got married today. Did you finally get the woman of your dreams? Niklaus chuckled and replied: For someone who's far away chilling, you sure are well-informed. As for the answer, yes, I got married today. Slater: That's awesome. I thought you'd remain a bachelor for life. Niklaus: In your dreams. Didn't I tell you some time ago that I'd be the first one to marry among us?

A dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and deep hollows carved out the space beneath his eyes, which were shot through with red. He was breathing hard, like he'd been waiting outside for hours, biding his time until he found a way in. The moment his eyes landed on me, they turned glassy. "Elena…" His voice scraped out of him, cracked and raw. "I searched everywhere for you. Everywhere. I've been going out of my mind. And now I finally find you—and you're marrying another man?" I blinked, struggling to reconcile this wreck of a man with the Brian I once knew.

He opened the door; a middle-aged woman stood outside holding a folder. She smiled politely. “Good morning.” “Morning,” Ruin replied. “I was hoping to speak with Elara.” She said. I looked up from the dining table, and the woman immediately smiled at me. "Mrs Cross?” “Yes,” I whispered. Relief crossed her face. “Good. I was worried I might have the wrong address.” Ruin stepped aside, the woman entered, and she introduced herself as Marianne; she managed a local community centre located several towns away. After sitting down, she opened her folder.