You Marienne Mga Nobela at Kwento

“O–kay.” Her tongue felt super heavy. They all had been drinking and drinking. None of them seemed to have the intention of going hunting tomorrow. Marc was losing a bit of self-control talking about Fragor. He had thrown around curses a few times while Loyd had tried to change the subject, to no avail. “You know that cute cop at the ORP,” said Marie. “I think his name was Sage. He called me a couple of months ago. I had no idea who he was and–”

A/N: Unedited. Will do soon. Just trying to catch up with the due date. tq ... My Marie is now officially married. And not to me. My beautiful mate whom I loved from the age of 9 and from the very first time I met, is now married to King Aleksander of Makkari Coven.

Following weeks she bought a pair of shoes in aqua sky blue in Danish style and three shades of blue dresses such as aquamarine, blue-green, and a pastel of dark blue. After she toured the three malls and bought her things for the training the following week, Marie asked Rene to have their snacks at Denmark’s Cuisine. As they approached the area, Marie noticed that most of the people ran towards the other side of the mall. “What happened? What’s going on, Marie inquisitively asked Rene as they entered the mall.

"Wait… Mari? Your wife, uh… ex-wife Mari was a lunatic?" Fortunately, he ignores my faux pas and continues on like I didn't just verbally punch him in the gut. "Yep. My Mari. The sweetest, kindest, most wonderful woman I've ever known in my life cussed like a sailor and had terrible road rage." I can't help but bark out of laugh. The thought of Mariana being anything but friendly seems almost ridiculous. "I don't believe you."

She winked at him, catching him staring at her pussy. "Naughty much, Nikki, going with no panties on?" the other woman spoke up. Aaron had learned she was a petite Filipino woman named Marinella. She had small breasts, but wore a slutty maid's outfit that complimented her darker skin and showed off her legs. She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure. She was definitely very cute. "Says the girl in the slutty maid outfit?" she said, laughing.

He’s adorable. “This is an ceviche from salmon, cucumber salad and shiso, seasoned with sugar, lemon and ginger. Enjoy.” Marianna calls out and with a small bow she disappears back into the kitchen. I look down at the tasty food that lays on the plate, the scent is heavenly and I dig in. I have to hold back a moan from the taste, Goddess I missed decent food. When I look around I see the others also have dug into their dish, a satisfied expression on everyone’s face.

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.

Marianne said, “Thank you, Mr. Callen. I’ll go and buy some other food first.” Mr. Callen hurriedly said, “Miss Marianne, you can just sit down and tell me what you want to eat directly. I will post a message in our Whatsapp group, then.” Marianne said, “That would be inappropriate... It’d be better for me to go by myself...” Mr. Callen smiled and said, “Miss Marianne, the stalls that you often go to are all owned by a group of old women who like to gossip. They will definitely tease you when you go there.”

Maria, my ever-loyal assistant, was already waiting in the parking lot below, no doubt tapping her foot with that characteristic impatience born of efficiency and long acquaintance. “Wait!” Marie called, her fingers grasping the door knob with a sudden urgency that halted me mid-step. “Yes?” I turned, curiosity flickering in my gaze. “Here!” Marie held out the box once more, her expression a blend of shyness and quiet pride. I regarded it with a touch of bewilderment, the delicate pink cloth catching the light like a promise unfulfilled. “What is it?” “Cinnamon rolls and some biscuits. Eat them when you have time. They’re freshly baked.”

Miranda, on the other hand, slapped the maid beside her and asked for new food when Mariano butted it. “Just put some salt into that. We can’t waste any food, Miranda.” Mariano said. Miranda, as a loyal and obedient wife, frowned but didn’t say anything else as she knew why they needed to save resources. Their moods weren’t very pleasant since earlier anyways. The truth is, Miranda’s food isn’t that Bland for her to make a scene. She just needed someone to release her anger. But it seems that her husband isn’t up for brutal scenes and violent remarks since if there is one person who has the foulest mood, it’s Mariano.