Yu X Marie Novels & Stories

Steffy whispered. “I’ll go get your water bottle,” replied Marie. “Sure.” She walked downstairs and hurried to get her wallet inside her bag. “Hey,” a voice said behind her. As she looked up, she suddenly felt her heart throbbing inside her chest when a tall boy with a pair of thick eyebrows gazed at her with a smile. “You’re Marie Joyce Reyes, aren’t you? I'm Yolo, the principal’s new scholar boy. He wants you in his office now.”

The maid said. "Okay," Angela said and left her room. She came downstairs, then entered the kitchen. She found Marry was cooking something. When Marry heard the footsteps she looked at her. "Good morning, Angela," Marry said. "Good morning. What you are making?" Angela asked her. "Pasta," Marry said. "Where is Xavier?" Angela asked her. "Left for office," Marry said. Hearing this Angela felt a little bad. "He has meetings" Marry said seeing her sad face.

She placed her hand to her chest, feigning mock hurt. I crunched my face in thought, trying to make out if she was one of Alex’s distant cousins but the look on my face caused her to burst into laughter. "I wasn't told you were this funny, Amara.” She laughed, holding out her hand for a handshake. “I'm Marie, Alexander's ex-girlfriend."

Who is Harvey? What about Raymond? Why the fuck can I see dead dogs? “Tsk! Tsk!” Marie clicks her tongue, shaking her head. The gaping wound on her head heals. Her nails grow longer, turning darker. “I got distracted. My bad! Sometimes, we can’t help with the emotions. I was your brother’s girlfriend.” “You fucked that?” I point at Marie while asking my brother. “Did your penis truly enter that monster’s hole?” “I will get myself tested!” My brother yells at me. “Get rid of that.”

she said, “I’ll meet you at the club. Most of all, don’t forget to look like you’re having fun. Andre won’t like it if you don’t.” Marie smiled at me. She was wearing a low-cut, slinky red thing that looked like something a call girl would wear. But I had no idea what Marie did in her spare time so it was entirely possible that she was a call girl for all that I knew. She certainly didn’t seem to care what she did as long as she was kept rich. “I know,” I said, “I’ll be good. I promise.” “Don’t think about sneaking off with that private school boy either. Luca Capaldi isn’t your future and I’m not going to let him screw this up for us.” In a rare moment of compassion, she squeezed my cheek r

Suddenly, Yin chortled. “Is there something funny? Still happy even though I just slapped you…” she shook her head. “…you’re unbelievable!” she exclaimed. Yin leaned on the counter top, across from her and looked at Mari. “Aren’t you hungry?” he asked. Mari looked at him, emotionless. “No, I’m good.” “You didn’t eat your dinner,” Yin blurted out again. “I’m not hungry. I’m going back to my room.” She turned her back on him and she was about to take a step when Yin stopped her with his words.

Valerie: The house was quiet again when I woke, sunlight spilling softly across the floorboards, that kind of calm that always made me nervous now, because quiet in our world never stayed peaceful for long. Xavier had told me everything the night before. About the woman. Lisa D’Amaris. The name lingered like the taste of something bitter, familiar, heavy, impossible to forget once it settled on your tongue. And the fact that she was related to the one person that I now did not want to hear of or speak about just confused me.

Paige said, all at the same time. Marie exhaled as she sank into the couch. There was no point delaying the truth. “I got married,” she said softly. “We signed a contract for a year.” Paige stepped closer first. “With Bruce Fox?” “Yes.” Paige's eyes widened. “Oh what have you done?” Marie sat upright, blinking. “What are you talking about?” Paige paced around, tapping her head frantically. “That man is a pervert, Marie. He pimps girls. Search for the Winston girls, you'll see it.”

In the past, I might have hesitated because of Ryan's s presence, but not anymore, that's all in the past now. I gave a faint smile, my voice frosty. “I came here to settle the score. You owe me, Zara." I pause, staring at her reaction, before I continued. "The person who destroys other people’s marriage is a homewrecker. That’s you. Now that you have gotten what you wanted, I hope you enjoy your new role." Even Ryan could understand how I got the photo. He looked unsettled, his expression a blend of frustration and cold anger.

Xiyu smiled confidently and asked her first question. “Do you know who I am, Ancestor Yan? Am I truly your descendant?” Muxue Yan appeared unsettled for a few seconds, before answering, “No, you are not.” He then added, “But what difference does it make, Muxue Xiyu? In the end, the island belongs to you, Xiyu. It’s the birthright you were looking for in that chest. You, Muxue Xiyu, are the rightful owner of this island.”