You Marianne Novels & Stories

“Maybe it’s good to have a challenge once in a while.” Eros murmurs, making me feel his warm breath on my face. His hand rises to my throat, where he grips with a bit of force, forcing me to meet his eyes. I breathe slowly as he stays serious, then he pulls away, goes to the door, and when he opens it, I see a female my size, with wavy blonde hair, dark red eyes, crimson lips like blood, pale skin. Dressed in a navy-blue gown down to the floor. “Pleasure to meet you, Nina. I’m Marian, cousin to this stubborn one here.”

"Did you marry her because—" Sean stopped halfway, as he noticed that Eric was glaring at him from the corner of his eye. His eyes icy, he said, "Shelf those messy thoughts, and watch your mouth." While Sean was left speechless, the door opened. Eric turned to see Rosalyn stepping out, a diamond tiara adorning her hair, and her dress a vivacious red. She didn't put on thick makeup, but she remained bright with her red dress. Though her dark gaze glistened, there was unease as she looked at Eric.

If it was really so strange that my dress was modern while the others were not, someone would have said something. Coming back to the question of Robert, I wished the memories weren't shown in such odd angles. "Do you have any memories that show Robert's face clearly?" I asked. "I did," Marianne said sadly, "But I've looked at them so many times, the cards are faded. Some only have the sounds." "Well, what about the one I found?" Marianne gasped. Excitement flushed over her face. "Let's look!"

Fortunately, yesterday Aciel brought Maria's clothes a lot, so she wasn't confused about the lack of clothes. It was 8 o'clock when Maria left the Mansion. She was in the car with Jake, leaving the car that Kenzo had taken away this morning. Maria felt better after forgiving Jake. They try to understand the mistakes that have happened in the past and try to turn over a new leaf. It turns out that the return of Maria and Jake made Maria trending in the infotainment world. Maria is a new model who is exploring the fashion world and is famous shortly. She is currently a hot topic of conversation because of his close relationship with the successful entrepreneur owner of Maximilio Inc.

I say as I licked my dry lips . “Hmm, I hear that.”She teases her eyelashes fluttering.. “Is that the only reason, though?”She asks... I tensed. “What do you mean?”I ask suddenly confused. “I mean, your aversion to dating isn’t also about other things"Mariana says ... “Its not that, I got married last week sis, And I don't think any greek dude on this Island would want to date a married pregnant woman”I finally say.. Mariana's face turned white as she stared at me open mouth in shock. "You did what?”She screams her voice piercing my ears with her screeching tone.

They’d brought me here. I took a shaky breath and knocked. No answer. Another knock—quieter. Still nothing. I should’ve walked away. But instead, I pushed the door open. Marianne stood by her window, back turned, robe untied. It hung loose on her shoulders, barely covering the swell of her hips. Her long hair cascaded down her spine, and her skin glowed like it had been dipped in moonlight. She turned slowly, and our eyes locked. Not a word passed between us.

Everything about Damian’s house was unnervingly quiet, expensive silence that echoed. I was halfway to the staircase when the sound of heels against marble reached my ears. Sharp. Unhurried. Confident. I froze. A few seconds later, Marianne appeared at the top of the stairs, her hand lightly resting on the railing as she climbed. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulder, her lips painted the same dangerous red I’d seen before. She looked every bit like someone who belonged here,poised, untouchable, perfect. Was she ever out of heels?

“not you, so shut the fuck up.” “You.” Marianne pointed to Ciara. With disgust written clearly over her features, she pointed at Ciara, before pointing at the door. “If you love yourself even the tiniest bit, I'll advise you to get out of here as soon as you can.” “No.” Ciara hissed. “I'm not going.” “Believe me when I say you're going to regret it if you don't.” Marianne blew off invisible dust from her nails. “You have ten seconds, and your time starts now.”

As Marianne walked in and made her way to the counter, she couldn't help but notice that the place still looked exactly the same. “One ice Americano please.” Said Marianne to have the lady at the counter turn around. Her lips moved, but nothing came out. The lady blinked severally. “Marianne, oh my gush, it’s actually you! Where did you disappear to? I called you a number of times and even went to your house but you weren’t there, girl I thought you eloped with a rich dude or something? Where have you been?” “One question at a time Angel, you look like you want to eat me up with your endless questions. I came back after a long time and this is how you welcome me.”

she said to her as she started to rub her eyes. “I hope I never have to see him then, if he chooses to love me from a distance then I guess I won’t be affected if I never see him close to me, he is the stranger in the dreams of a teenager and I am like an orphaned daughter he has denied”, Marianne said bitterly and got up from the table and ran straight to her room.