You Marienne Novels & Stories

Liam had given me such a pissed-off look that I’d laughed. “Liam, you don’t have to yell. Hi, Lochlann. It’s nice to see you again.” Mari, her belly softly rounded now, stood and gave me a hug. She smelled like jasmine. Even pregnant, she was perfectly put together. I had a feeling that even with a newborn to take care of, she’d look amazing. My cousin was a lucky man.

Shit I don’t get anxiety but tonight it was overwhelming at the thought of introducing her to the guests we have tonight. “What? of course not” Maria denied straightening herself out as she was left standing on the last step alone since Aimee was now being caressed in Lorenzo’s arms. His previous furry no longer visible as he placed a kissed to her lips. “You look exquisite” Marcel complemented offering Maria his hand, her smile was so bright and genuine that I made a mental note to bring it out again tonight, I loved the site. “Thank you, it was a gift from a very handsome man” she said placing her hand in his as she allowed him to help her from the last step.

She held back her appetite and scolded herself mentally. Just a little more pride, Maria. Food doesn't control you. "Yes, let's." Mrs. Jones agreed, her eyes still glued to the table as though she could read on it a map of a lost treasure. Clankings of silver wares and Chinas. The food showed no reduction. Maria noticed how little their appetites were and she marched it, dipping in and out of the dishes her forks as she remembered late nights of more canned beans back in Spain. Cannes beans equaled loss of appetite, maybe that was what she needed.

The words caught in Visenya’s throat, her disbelief evident in her voice as she struggled to comprehend what her eyes had just witnessed. “Magic…” Marienne winked, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mystery. “You’re a mage!” Visenya exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment. Marienne couldn't help but laugh. “Maybe I am… or maybe I’m not,” she teased, her words carrying a playful tone. “That’s why I can’t smell you. You’re using magic to mask your scent, aren't you?!” Visenya asserted, her mind racing as she connected the dots.

"Marianna." This time, I'm really surprised. Mariana's a weird one, how come she gets called and I'm not yet? She rarely ever talks. I don't even know if she's a Niju or a Cinco native. She can fit both categories. She doesn't even try sometimes, I always see her dazing lost in thought during lessons, her brown hair stuck to her normal braided pigtails. I try to stop my glare but it was useless. If she was called, I'm sure the next one will be- "Tarryn."

Mariam’s shop was never the nicest looking, something Madison made sure to drill in my head when we were getting married, but what she lacks in a nice building, she makes up for in incredible cakes. A familiar, soft voice meets my ears, “Do my eyes deceive me or am I staring at the Leonel Sinclair?” I’m stifling my smile before I even turn to the cashier point to see the old, dark lady with henna lining her wrinkled arms, and a gap-toothed smile that reminds me of a grandmother. “Hello Mariam.” “Oh, Leonel.” She coos. Before I can tell her not to stress herself, she’s stepping out of the counter with her arms open.

She might disown me completely, and then I would lose a sparring partner. “What about you, Luna? What can I getcha?” Marie turned to me with her pencil perched in her hand. I took a moment to appreciate her perfectly manicured red nails. Marie was something else; she always looked like she was freshly made up. I wish I had to time and patience to do that. I never embraced the feminine side like others, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate it in others. “Can I get a coffee and some french toast?” I slid my menu forward towards Marie with a smile. Marie’s fingernails clicked against the tabletop, and she scooped up the menus.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

I don't why he is so interested in that. " Wait." I opened my laptop again, typing the website. After some minutes I started filling the information. " Hey, I entered it. I think it will be interesting. My username is Sydney_marin" I replied to him and looked on the website. They're a place for posting pictures and videos and writing about our day. I got a notification within a minute from Jacen_smith. ' his last name is smith' I wondered. " Well, good job. So what are you doing?"

‘regards to him-‘ She read in her mind what he’d dared to say. “Mum-“ Zach interrupted her thinking. “What?” She responded at the clasp of her attention. “there’s a party tonight and i want to go. With a friend” He stammered weirdly, whilst his mum arched her brows at this development. They’d only been in Paris for three weeks and earlier today, she’d found him smiling at the walls, she knew it was a girl- -but she thought it was a girl from school, that the love capital of the world was in action, unbeknownst to her that it was one, they both couldn’t see- Irene. Katharina Stones, her real name.