Novels by Marie

Twenty years laterGirls, stop arguing! John said sternly, wearily rubbing his face with his hands. - Well, what the hell does it matter which dress you wear? You still look the same! And your dresses are the same.- What-o-o? the twins yelled in unison, looking sternly at their father. - What are you saying? Yes, they are completely different, don't you see?- Well, of course ... - John muttered, looking at absolutely identical dresses.- Dad, - Lily, one of the twins, approached the man, - dad, well, they are completely different. Look, you see this ribbon ... - John nodded, - it is beige, - the man frowned slightly, - but this one, - she pointed to another dress with the same ribbon along the edge of the bodice, - cream. So, daddy, they're different.- Lord, girls, do you care? - John sat down on one of the chairs in the sisters' room and stared sadly at these unfortunate dresses, because of which his little ones were cursing.“Ha, yes, little ones, how come,” he thought, looking l

Eight months later.“Well, honey, I want to,” Emily puffed out her lips capriciously, pretending to whine, sitting on a soft sofa in Stephen Cole's living room.- What exactly? Jonathan asked, rubbing his temples wearily.- Fish! Salted... No, smoked... no, fried or... cured? I don't know, but I really want to!- My dear, my dear, the only one, my beloved, well, where can I get it for you now?- I don't know, go to the store! - the girl continued to whine, releasing a mean tear to heighten the effect.- Is it at three o'clock in the morning? But saffron, they are already all closed! Maybe tomorrow? John asked hopefully."I knew you didn't love me!" - Pouting like a hamster on a rump, Amy was offended and defiantly turned away from the man.- I love it, I love it...- What's going on here? a sleepy Steve asked as he stepped out of his bedroom, rubbing his eye with one hand and scratching his stomach with the other. - Why don't you sleep? Night in the yard, and they sit and sharpen thei

At my last words, he grimaced as if he had sniffed a cork from vinegar: a nasty and pungent smell, by the way.- You are not my bride, but just another slave, like many in the palace, and the hair that betrays your new status is ... - he thought for a while. - Well, this is not a problem, now I will correct this misunderstanding.And I didn’t have time to blurt out something, as it was ... this scarecrow is underdeveloped, waved its arms a couple of times, and ... (kapets, damn it !!) my multi-colored hair fell off at my feet, like autumn leaves that the wind mercilessly shook off the branches of trees . And I ... I stand and blink my eyes in amazement, contemplating my hair, lying in a small pile at my feet.Cautiously, afraid to make a sudden movement, I reached out with my hand to my head to ... to make a terrible scream. I've lost my hair! At all! I'm bald!- Oh, you, - I ran into Oher, who, apparently, was taken aback by such a transformation, - an underdeveloped chimpanzee (I hi

- Who-who? - I did not understand, staring dumbfounded at Tanu.To be honest, it was very difficult for me now to realize that because of my act such a terrible incident could happen as the actual complete destruction of the Reception Hall of the eskh."Zarda, Irina," the varla began to explain. - These are worm-like creatures that live in the western part of the Dark World, which spit paralyzing poison in order to immobilize their victim, and then, while he is still alive, devour him. Vile, I tell you, creatures. So, our unshakable Keira is the most natural zard! Ooh, I can't stand her.Then, giggling again, she said:- Oh, how Oher got her in line this morning! It was a pleasure to watch. (I listened with genuine interest to Tanu without interrupting her) He said that if she caught his eye in the next ten days, he would sell her in the slave market to the Arahsshar Demons, with whom Dakhar had some kind of agreement. I can’t say for sure, but it seems that they have a non-aggression

Reality slowly tried to break through the gray veil that bound my mind. The eyes are closed, the heart beats evenly, the breathing is quiet and calm... the bed is soft... So, stop! What the hell is a bed? Am I alive?She immediately opened her eyes to close them immediately from the bright light that struck with such force that it hurt. Where did such a bright light come from in my room? Little by little, I began to open my eyes, so that they would at least get used to the bright light.Yes, I actually was in my room, but as it turned out, there was practically no light in it, for example, a dim flickering of a magical light of light blue color right under the ceiling. Then it is not clear why it seemed to me that the room was illuminated with an incredibly bright, blinding light, from which it became so painful? Dont clear.She tried to sit up on the bed, but her body refused to obey: her arms and legs, as if chained to the bed by invisible threads, did not want to move; his throat w

Without saying a word, I took the mug from the table, but before I had time to take a couple of sips, the one I hated so much, Dakhar, entered the room. Varla immediately disappeared, leaving Oher and me alone."Get up," he commanded forcefully.But I did not budge, continuing to sit on the floor with a mug of tea in my hands. Oher frowned, and I felt how the body, against my will, begins to obey the order of this man, rising up. "Acts again," I thought angrily, noting that the mug, hands that did not obey me, had been placed on the table.Dakhar crossed the room in a couple of steps and came close to me:- I'm starting to get the feeling that you like it when I influence you through the artifact.He swept my figure with a look filled with predatory fire, looked into the neckline of the dress and ran his hand over the bare part of my chest, thereby causing me a nervous tremor and disgust. Walking around me and standing behind me, he bent to my ear and asked in a penetrating whisper:“

Peak, peak, peak ... I heard through a dream and sharply opened my eyes. The room was illuminated by moonlight. Maxim turned off the alarm, turned to me and touched his lips intending to kiss, but I rested my palms on his chest.- Leah? He looked at me with a slight frown.- Don't, - she averted her eyes in embarrassment, but finished: - I didn't brush my teeth and I, well, you understand ... - and I didn't expect to hear laughter at all.- My girl, you never cease to amaze me, - smiling, he said to me, and leaning sharply, captured my lips, - It's time to get up, a car will come for us soon, - speaking, he got up, stretched, not at all embarrassed by his nakedness. I again stared at him, - Go to the shower, I'll wait.She briskly jumped up and ran to take water procedures, surprised: she had slept quite a bit, but there was no drowsiness and fatigue, and even her appetite woke up.While Maxim was taking a shower, I got dressed. It took him less than five minutes to get ready. We even

Only when my palm, clasping his cock at the base, stroked it up, he closed his eyes, exhaling hoarsely, grabbed my chest, lightly stroking the nipple with his fingers, to which I exhaled raggedly. I really liked the feeling of tender, velvety skin under my fingers, a little clasping his hard nature with my palm, leading him up and hearing a quiet moan, feeling how he pushes his hips to meet my movements, while looking into his face and enjoying the emotions reflected on him. Until his hand went down.With one sharp movement, he pulled my shorts down to my knees, slightly hurting me with this movement, I already wanted to protest, as his palm lay on my pubis, stroking the top with his fingers. Thoughts fled, and I involuntarily squeezed my hand on his cock, from which he, moaning, at once smeared in a rough caress on my already wet folds, touching the focus of my pleasure.With a groan, she leaned her hips towards him. If before that I was afraid of what might happen, now fear beat in

But I would like to tell you everything that happened. It seems to me, - I hesitated a little, but after an encouraging, supportive shrug of the palm held by Maxim, I continued more boldly: - For some reason I am sure: that you just need to tell.The priest smiled warmly.- I'm glad that I was able to earn the trust.Looking at Maxim, she gathered her courage and began to tell, once again plunging into not the most pleasant memories. Trying not to miss a single detail. As soon as I started, I was even a little confused when Maxim got up, jerked closer, lifting me up, sat in an armchair, sitting me on his knees and hugging me. Shiknuv embarrassedly at him, she heard his voice at the top of her head: “Go on,” she turned to the priest, who was sitting with a face as if nothing had happened, stammering, continued to tell. As soon as I finished, there was silence in the office, broken only by muffled sounds from outside the window.- I have to thank you, Wallia, - the priest somehow tiredl

Shuffling, it became uncomfortable from the presence of outsiders in the ward, she quietly answered:- Hello. Everything is fine. The doctor came and I think he was also pleased with the examination.“Good,” he exhaled and, straightening up, approached and greeted the men, who calmly reacted to the fact that they were made to wait. Standing next to the window, Maxim folded his arms across his chest, showing with all his appearance that if anyone even looked askance at me, he would rush to the defense. With difficulty tearing my eyes away from him and trying to breathe deeper in order to calm my heart jumping joyfully from such care, I looked at the priest.- I'm glad to see you, and if I may, I would like to start with gratitude, - she began the conversation herself. And then they sit, look silently, it is not clear how long it would last! - Ulziy, thank you very much! - specially did not begin to thank the second man.As soon as they entered the ward, a small bell rang inside me, as

Awakening caused a sore throat: like sandpaper scraped off the inner layer, even breathing was painful! I was extremely thirsty. I tried to get up, but with horror I realized that I could not even move a finger. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t even really see anything - there was a cloudy veil before my eyes. I wanted to scream, but it wasn't a wheeze that came out of my throat, it was a hiss.From the fear that I remained an invalid, I began to tremble. And as if through a thick layer of cotton wool I heard a voice, but I could not make out the words and understand who it belongs to. Someone lifted me up, and I realized that they were trying to pour something down my throat.With difficulty, but I was able to take a few small sips of some terribly bitter tincture, from which my throat was scorched by a bright flash of pain, after which my consciousness turned off. I don’t know how many times I came to my senses like this, but each time I felt a little better.In one of the awakenings

We walked slowly along the tunnel, which goes downhill. The walls, the ceiling here were covered with dense fabric, there was a carpet underfoot, so the priest carried a lantern, a large candle in which was covered with glass, as I understood these were some fire safety measures, although they seemed to me rather meager. Do not bring the Creators here to accidentally set fire to something: a fire will immediately break out! And you can’t hide anywhere: the tunnel was quite long, but without branches. Hugging my shoulders nervously, I still didn’t dare to express my concerns to him, I just walked, listening to the priest’s quiet voice:“The decoctions that I gave you are a collection of herbs that help open energy channels,” he explained, “an ointment that was rubbed in would help relax the muscles. You see, you are now, not only as an empty vessel, but also sealed.- But I somehow manifested a gift ...- Yes, apparently there is very little left, one might say at the bottom. But wheth

The inhabitants of Purgatory fed on the emotions of people who got here - sinners. They drove them like cattle, forcing them to atone for earthly sins, reveled in human pain, fear and despair.The unceasing rustle of wings was heard behind him, Andras confidently crossed the rocky terrain, driven by the thought of speedy revenge. “ No, I will feed on the witch first. - From this thought, he lost his stride and smiled predatoryly, imagining how Mila would ask for forgiveness. Definitely on my knees. Only on your knees! “And then I’ll close my fingers around her thin neck and…” He shuddered with excitement and anger.Andras lazily threw over his back:- Abomination, how long have I been with you? - and added a step, not waiting for an answer.— How should I know? the freak snorted. - It's neither day nor night. Only people. Only food.Squishing sounds and a heart-rending scream forced the demon to turn around, grimacing. Swollen to the size of a cow, the Abomination dug its thin, curved

Andras loudly announced his return, slamming the door.Mar ran out of the living room and shook his finger:“Hush, hush, lady is working!” - he whispered, and holding an edifying thumbs up.“Before, I was not met like that,” said the owner of the dwelling.— Bes! he snapped indignantly. - You didn't mix anything up? I'm still the boss here!— Yes, lord. The shorty backed off. “But the lady is not in the mood. She strictly forbade her to be disturbed.“Now I’ll cheer her up,” the demon whispered menacingly and stepped onto the first step.Until recently, only he dared to be out of sorts in his own house. What now? And now suspicions began to creep in that the servants were less afraid of him, and more lazy.— Mistress! Shorty overtook the marquis, ran up the steps first, and in such a hurry that at the very top he stumbled and fell to his knees. Fussily he got up and flew up to the office, knocking three times, whispered:“The master has returned, mistress.“Hmm,” the demon drawled dis

- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:

- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:

- Lord. - The demon appeared right in front of Andras' feet, threw up his head and spoke: - The lady has been found! The lesser demon's throat gurgled with delight.- Great day. The Marquis broke into an anticipatory smile. “And it will be magnificent when my fingers close around her wrist.” Who found?“Furfur,” the demon gurgled.“What irony,” the demon chuckled.Tired of futile searches, the Grand Marquis went for a trick: he had to reveal to his brothers the news of finding a mate and wait for others to do all the work for him, Andras will only have to appear at the right time in the right place and pick up the ever-elusive soothsayer.Only in the face of a common danger, the demons unite, and the rest of the time their relationship can hardly be called friendly. Centuries-old lawsuits, mutual insults, conspiracies, encroachments, attempts - this is what any self-respecting demon must do throughout his life.Tired or do not want to participate in the eternal squabbles - you will be

“This is not how I envisioned my first coven. Melissa looked at herself in front of the bathroom mirror. The reflection smiled wryly and reached out with trembling hands to the neck of the bloody shirt.The witch left the holiday as soon as she received the permission of the Supreme, but before that she had heard enough of the mockery of other witches and enjoyed the incessant chatter of the demon in her head. But Andras was tired of harassing her with stupid questions, or he was simply busy with something else, more useful, and now there was a pleasant silence in his head.“And I didn't imagine it that way. - The raven turned to the wall and answered absently, examining the ornament on the tile."Don't we know how perversely dreams come true," Melissa laughed.Her fingers nervously touched the marks left by the nails of the Supreme: on the forearms, collarbones, thighs and shins ... Dirty-burgundy streams of water descended over the stomach, legs and disappeared into the dark drain h

And then the caretaker laid siege to himself. Again he is angry with Kleskh. Again he is blamed. As if all the troubles of the Citadel are from him alone. No, not from him. Or not from him alone. Trouble is a great many. Only now, Lesana's kref teases everyone tirelessly, does not obey the word of the elder, goes against the will. And maybe right? Maybe, indeed, youth and strength tell him a different truth? The one that Ned, with his stagnant mind, can no longer hear? Wants, wants Kleskh, lascivious bastard, power! It is eager to lay a hand on the Citadel, to establish its own rules here. Just mindless. Mad. By the stubbornness of the young! Heaps things up, let him come to power. He'll screw up, he'll put everyone under attack. But the head pulled himself up again, realizing that Kleskh was perhaps the only one who would be a fortress and learn to protect more than the apple of his eye. And if not? Will not if? If he loves to amuse himself with power?"How are you?" whispered the

When lilac twilight spread over the fortress and hung in the corners like grayish shadows, Lesana was finally girded and released from the chambers of the dejected leader. Instead of a student's dress, the amulet was now wearing the clothes of a warrior, belted with a wide heavy belt, which, surprisingly well, grabbed her thin waist. In unusual attire, the girl still felt uncomfortable. It seemed that the novelty of a black shirt made of good quality linen, a leather top with short sleeves, pants, and the belt itself was too noticeable. The thought flashed through my head that five student springs flew by somehow too quickly. It seems like yesterday she dreamed of unlearning and returning home, but now she has unlearned, and will go home tomorrow. Somehow there? Mother and father would see, cuddle the young. Although ... who is there to squeeze, everyone has already grown. Styoshka is seventeen this year. And what is Styoshka like now? Stoyana Svet Yurdonovna. Elke, that is, Elavi,

- I brought a novice who went to my students for five springs. Now her training is over, and I speak my word for her. Lesana of the Ostrikova clan is ready to accept the belt of a warrior from the hands of the head of the Citadel. The krefs looked at each other. Ned looked at Kleskh from under his brows, gloomy as a thundercloud. It seemed that a little more and start throwing lightning. - So, the belt ... - said the caretaker and thunder could be heard in his voice. - A belt for a worthless girl. Where were you? For three years - neither hearing nor spirit - only sent quitrent money with occasions. Yes, even magpies flew several times with notes, where they learned to look. Only by your magpies, not a single novice could be obtained! And now he appeared, when they didn’t even look forward to waiting, the belt demands! Lesana's mentor answered evenly. - I, the head, do not have a great day to wait for me. And I don't need a belt. My belt is with me, - Kleskh pointed with his eyes

If someone asked the student Kleskh to tell about how she lived for three years, wandering with kreff through cities and villages, the girl probably could not tell beautifully and smoothly. And what is there to say? About the days spent in the saddle - under the wind, rain, snow? About spending the night under the open sky, when did the heat overcome, or cold, or dampness? About how sometimes she woke up in the fall, and her hair (fortunately short) froze to the roll placed under her head? Or how you wanted to wash and sleep, but instead you had to drive carts one by one along the forest roads? How did you learn to wield a sword? How did she kill the first werewolf, who, for her bad luck, turned out to be not a wolf, not a fox, not a forest cat-lynx, but a bear? Or remember how Kleskh ran after her with a jerk at the ready through a remote village and yelled: “I’ll kill the scrawny !!!” Well, this is after she shied away from him for nothing, mistaking him for a walker in the middl

How good is the greenery at the very beginning and the air smells! Young grass, damp earth, tart needles, buds that are ready to bloom with sticky young leaves. That is why a childish bubbling joy boils in the chest at this time. Lesana stood, bent over a boiling pot. Fragrant bread bubbling merrily. Above the clearing, where the girl and her mentor settled down to rest, a sweet mushroom spirit floated. The student smiled as she stirred the stew. Kleskh was not picky, but he did not like mushrooms - passion. And precisely because he hated them to the point of mental inversion, the girl deliberately kept a handful of dried mushrooms at the bottom of her shoulder pad. Kref grew up on the shores of the Evil Sea. They did not know and did not eat mushrooms there. Therefore, he could mutter two turns about these "slugs" and never repeat himself. The girl chuckled, foreseeing how the mentor would burst out, returning from the forest to the parking lot. White, boletus, russula - only they

Evening descended on the Citadel. Kleskh returned from Lesana to his unheated dark rest and sank down on the bench, inhaling the smells of the Citadel: dampness, stone, preli. It was necessary to order one of the servants to heat it. And, however, one night and so you can endure. I was too lazy to light the light. And the guard sat in the dark, listening to the silence. Ned, without knowing it, made exactly the decision to which he was diligently pushed by kref - exile. And together with Lesana. The mentor of the warriors chuckled and closed his eyes. To tell the truth, the indignation of Ichthor and those who joined him turned out to be unexpected, which almost ruined everything. Well, at least Rust and Donatos have not changed themselves. Klesh smiled contentedly. At that moment, there was a soft scratch at the door: - Open it. Mairico. The guard hid. Can he believe that he doesn't exist? The light is not on. The hearth is cold. You never know where he goes. - I know you're he