You Marienne Novels & Stories

Marius added. "I wonder who is that person?" I asked with a smile. "She is a very beautiful woman. She is also the Luna of the Red Moon Pack and the mother of my two sons, Liran and Soren Peddleton. And you know what's the most important part? She is my lovely wife." "You're so silly?" "Am I really?" "You must be hungry." He grinned. "Starving." Marius kept looking at me during dinner. I tried ignoring it while feeding our sons with mashed fruits. But Marius's quiet presence was a distraction in itself.

Lips that would come to kiss a boy soon. “Miss Àna isn't married." Madeline blinked, unsure of how to make a comeback from that. She thought the girl must know she didn't ask Mrs- Miss Àna. It made sense to her then. Àna had had this smile on her lips when Madeline addressed her as Mrs. “I didn't know that." After a moment of high-level awkward silence, she asked, “What is your name?" “Hi, my name is Mariam and you'll be taking care of me."

"She was pretty big." "She still had a couple months to go then. And the closer she got, ohmygod, she turned into a raging lunatic." "Wait… Mari? Your wife, uh… ex-wife Mari was a lunatic?" I ignore him accidentally calling her my wife and the stab of pain it leaves in my 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." Rowen barks a laugh. "I don't believe you."

Was I selfish enough to keep him for that long, though? Win the war first, I told myself. Take back Uyan Taesil, free the brethren from Clareath, and then… what will be will be. He passed me a plate of roast meat and vegetables. I sat on one of the seats and took the knife and fork into my hands but looked at the plate without appetite. My stomach had been delicate over the last few days; worry and nerves making themselves physically known. I picked at the food. “General Mariene is an advantage,” he said. “In addition to the soldiers he brings with him, he has experience which General Ruelke does not.”

"Your man is so well mannered." Cassandra smiled widely as she nodded, and they shared a giggle as Andre glanced at his sister. Her man? She nodded to him slightly, so he didn't ask her about it here. Marielle moved to the kitchen and soon returned with a taurine filled with delicious-smelling coq au vin. She served them, and they began eating. "This is delicious!" Andre told her with a smile. "I can teach you how to make it if you'd like," she offered with a little smile.

I caught a waft of rose perfume amid the stench of alcohol, and the combination made me throw up. James looked like he had stepped in feces. I suddenly grinned at him. “James, I’m pregnant.”

All those times he’s been taking Lisa back, he's never taken this long to return. “Hello?” Kyle waves his hands in my face. “You know damn well I was mind-linking,” I frown. “So why are you here?” “Marien is seeking your presence in the still room. She said something about the plants or flowers, woods? Whatever it is you guys brought back from the woods.” “They’re herb plants, you fucking idiot.” i chuckle “Whatever, I think you got the wrong one, and Marien is waiting.” I sighed, frustration and tension rising inside me. I couldn’t afford to mess up again. Not now.

Elena took her plate and place it back in her cart while Mari's dish is being judged by the three. "Alright, Mari you're next. what do you have for us?" Michel had been eyeing the dish that Mari made. He finds it amusing that Mari made something that takes hours to make which doesn't fall under the condition of Gino about something simple, delicious but still elegant that is up for a fine dining restaurant standard. "there you have a Beef Bourguignon with potato gratin and seasoned vegetables on the side." Mari just said the name of her dish without further explanation.

Mari replied as she neared Louisiana. “There you go again. I’ll go with you. I’m closing the shop. Just a few sec,” Lou said as she entered the bakeshop. Her hands roamed on her growling stomach. The aromatic bread rolls just got her senses even deeper. “I want to eat those bread,” she thought to herself. Mari continued sniffing the air to catch the bread's aroma. “Here, this is gonna be weather-perfect, and it’s my treat.” Louisiana handed her a paper bag with fluffy warm bread. “I know you love those.”

"Oh, you're here. How'd you get in?" I plopped down on the floor. "Through the door." "Established," she replied before shoving the pack of Paqui chips in front of my face. "Want some?" "Wow," I drawled, taking one chip from the pack. "Katherine Alyssa Marie Montgomery is offering me her food willingly. I think I just saw three pigs fly." She rolled her eyes in response, before shoveling a chip into her tub of Neapolitan ice cream. I stared as she shoved the ice cream-coated chip into her mouth.