You Marienne Novels & Stories

I turn around to see Reggie still on the other side of the room watching me, his arms crossed in front of him. “What?” I ask and mirror his stance, crossing my arms in front of me. “You are so beautiful, buttercup.” Oh. I drop my arms and open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, so I just shake my head and look to my right at his very lovely kitchen where Marienne is standing. “Hey, didn’t see you there.” I say, basically waltzing across the room to the kitchen. Marienne is washing the chicken inside the sink. She only glances at me once before turning her gaze away again. “I bet you didn’t. You’ve been up to a lot of shady business to notice me.” Where’s this coming from?

Her orange specks on her right iris are darker, and seemed to have taken a lot of the area compared to the other. "Lucas, dearie, it's not Marie, it's Mari. The stress is in the middle. And if I were the maid, I'd poison your drink. Or maybe your food. Can’t be too sure." Oh I know who you are, baby. Caterina Mari. Later to be my fiancèe. Soon to be my wife. The future Boss of both clans. The golden trophy I get to admire. The little firecracker I needed to tone down a little. The woman I get to worship.

I could take some juicy pictures for my collection too. “Alright, I’ll try,” I said. I walked toward Marina. She was still alone. Maybe I had the wrong impression thinking she was that guy’s date. “Hey,” I said and tapped her on the shoulder. Marina turned around, and her face turned sour when she saw me. Jeez, am I really that undesirable to her? “Oh. Hey Logan,” she said dryly. “Expecting someone else?” I chuckled. “None of your business,” she snapped.

A young man the name Marik who was standing in the front reached out and grabbed hold of Miren's hand. He flashed a cheery smile and enthusiastically introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Marik Doaeen, nice to meet you." With a piercingly cold gaze, Miren looked down at the hand that was holding her wrist. With lightning speed, she pushed Marik's hand away and took a few steps backward. She gazed at Marik and his friends for a few moments, as if she wanted to capture the faces of each of them.

She could still smell the scent of the sea, but it was mixed with something else. Something sweet. "Chambermaids aren't supposed to be out in the fields, child!" said the voice of the woman who had raised her. Lena bashfully turned around, and found a frustrated Marie scowling down at her. Lena gulped, her tongue suddenly overflowing with the sweet and tart juices of rich fruits. "Were you eating Master Sterling's grapes, Lena?" Marie asked. Lena quickly shook her head, but she could feel blush rising in her overly stuffed cheeks, giving away her lie.

Someone cuts through the crowd… “Shit,” I hiss under my breath but not silent enough, apparently, because I feel Soren boring holes into the side of my face with his gaze. Marianna ascends onto the platform gripping her violin. Her shoulder length dark hair is pinned away from her face in a neat half up, half down style that shows off the curve of her glorious cheekbones and stunningly bright blue eyes. Her body is draped in a black gown that hugs curves I don’t remember. Her fullness is… I’d felt it in the pool, of course, four days ago. Held her for a single moment and felt her heat, her skin.

She angled sideways to look behind me at Marie. "Feisty little vixen, huh?" I glanced over my shoulder at Marie. "He's fucking nose blind too," the vixen quipped, crossing her arms and leaning against the posts framing the stairs to her deck, as she grumbled something about foxes. Her sweet scent hit me like a brick wall, sweet like candy, but so soft that it could melt in your mouth with hints of vanilla, caramels, and berries. Kane was buzzing inside of me, wrapping himself in her cotton candy scent that had my legs moving on their own accord towards her.

When her big brother came to pick her up, Maria said her goodbyes to both Mai and Julian, before heading back to the Rosendrey manor. After returning home, Maria had changed clothes and decided to assist Lance with making some sweets while explaining her day. Right now the two were in the middle of making Matcha Chocolate-Chip Madeleines. "Oh, I also made a new friend today! His name is Julian Chevalier!" happily announced Maria. "Congratulations, ojou-sama~!" Lance offered his congratulations, piping the matcha cookie mixture into a silver madeleine mold pan. "I'm happy that my dear Maria made a new friend!" Maria's mother also sat in the kitchen, snacking on some biscuits, about to take an

"No, that… that doesn't make sense." Marceline let out a small, breathy laugh. "Oh, Abigail, you look so lost. What part don’t you understand? The cannabis part?" She tapped a manicured finger against her chin before rattling off, "Maybe you would recognize its other names? Marijuana, weed—" "Enough!" I snapped, my voice sharp as a blade. Marceline raised an eyebrow, looking delighted by my outburst. Fury burned under my skin, but I forced myself to focus on what mattered. I turned back to Liam.

She turned to see three women staring at her with broad smiles. Speaking first was a woman in the front with long dark hair and bright red lipstick." Marie, am I correct?" she inquired in a high-pitched slightly overly eager voice. Marie smiled reticently but courteously. "Yes, I am." The woman continued, her eyes gleaming with interest." I thought so. You are Mariagoretti Aaron's wife, aren't you?" Marie gave a slow nod." Yes, I am." The other two women's eyes widened, and they stepped closer. One had long, wavy brown hair, while the other had short, blond hair. Although they were a little more reserved, they both appeared to be equally interested.