Novels by Marvin junior

Four months later.The car moved steadily along the road, the gentle hum of the engine creating a comforting backdrop to the silence that enveloped the interior. Rose's hand rested on her slightly protruding belly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her dress. Michael, who sat in the back seat, was gazing out of the window, lost in his own thoughts.Max's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his gaze alternating between the road ahead and Rose's profile. He could sense the mixture of emotions in the air—grief for Rose's mother, the weight of their recent experiences, and the glimmer of hope for the future.As they approached the cemetery, Rose's grip on her belly tightened slightly. She took a deep breath and turned to Max, her voice soft but determined. "Thank you for being here with me, Max. I know it's not easy."Max offered her a reassuring smile

The tension in the warehouse reached its breaking point, Sebastian moved with deliberate slowness towards the elevated platform where Michael was tied. His demeanor remained cold and calculating, a dangerous calm emanating from him. He retrieved a gun from his pocket, the metallic click as he removed the safety echoing in the hushed air."Rose, drop the gun," Sebastian's voice was ice-cold, the threat underlying every word.Rose's hand trembled as she clung to the gun, her wide eyes locked onto Sebastian's every movement. The gun was her last desperate card, her only means to keep Michael safe, and she clung to it with a fervent desperation.Max, his eyes flickering between Rose and Sebastian, sensed the imminent danger. He moved swiftly, lunging towards Rose in a desperate attempt to disarm her. His hands closed around the gun, and in the struggle, a gunshot rang out, the deafening sound ricocheting through the warehouse.

Max's suggestion was a slim hope, an attempt to gather any useful information from Sebastian, but as Rose dialed the number again and waited for him to answer, there was a sinking feeling that he was always a step ahead."Sebastian," Rose's voice held a hint of desperation, "tell me where my brother is. I need to know he's safe."Sebastian's chuckle on the other end was infuriating. "Oh, Rose, always trying to assert control. How quaint.""Just tell me!" Rose's voice trembled with a mix of anger and anxiety.Sebastian's tone shifted, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "I know you're with the cop, Rose. And I'm well aware of the audacious plan you're concocting. But remember this, you have limited time."Rose's grip on the phone tightened as she exchanged a tense glance with Max. "Where is my brother?"Sebastian's voice was like ice. "Meet me at the old warehouse by the docks. You remember it, don

They finally arrived at the boarding school, Rose's heart raced as they rushed into the reception area. She could feel the weight of every decision she had made up until this point pressing down on her. The thought of not being there for Michael when he needed her was like a heavy anchor dragging her down.As they reached the reception desk, a middle-aged woman looked up at them with a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"Max spoke quickly, his voice firm yet respectful. "We're here to see Michael lugard, Is he currently at the school?"The receptionist checked her computer. "Yes, Michael lugardis a student here. However, visiting hours are usually—"Rose's voice trembled as she interrupted. "Please, it's really important. Can we see him? It's urgent."The receptionist's gaze softened as she recognized the urgency in Rose's voice. "Alright, let me make a quick call to the dormitory to see if he's avail

Rose's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the dimly lit streets, her mind racing and her heart pounding. Bloodstained and shaken, she knew she had to find a safe place to gather her thoughts and figure out her next move. Just as panic threatened to engulf her, her phone rang, the sound cutting through the tense silence of the car.Rose sped through the streets, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, her mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation. The events of the past hours had pushed her to the edge, and the knowledge that she was holding a shard of glass that had wounded another human being weighed heavily on her.Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, her phone rang, the sudden sound causing her to startle. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Max's name flashing on the screen. With a shaky hand, she answered the call."Rose, where are you?" Max's voice, steady and concerned, echo

As Rose watched from her hiding spot, her heart raced as Samuel's footsteps echoed through the mansion. She crouched behind a corner, her breath held, as he slowly made his way into the living room. She could see that he was dressed differently, not in his usual attire. Her mind raced to connect the dots, and then the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning – he wasn't here as a servant."Mrs. Wayne? Are you here?" Samuel's voice echoed through the grand room, his tone tinged with a mix of urgency and concern. He seemed to be searching for someone, and Rose's heart pounded in her chest.The sight of him moving slowly and scanning the room sent shivers down Rose's spine. He was different, something had changed about him. He was no longer the calm and collected Samuel she was used to. His demeanor was tense, almost anxious.As Samuel called out for her, Rose felt a surge of fear. She bit her lip to stifle any so

The documents on my desk stretched on and on, but my mind wasn't in the contracts or the partnerships I was supposed to be going over. My thoughts kept bringing me back to her, the mysterious woman of that night. Her soft laughter, the twinkle in her eyes when lit up by the faint light of the bar, and how she had felt within my arms. Try as I might, I could not get rid of her.A sharp knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My beta, Hades, stepped in, his usual smirk replaced by something more serious.“Got news,” he said, folding his arms. “I found her.”I froze. “Who?”“The woman you’ve been obsessing over since that night,” Hades replied, raising an eyebrow. “Her name’s Solene Hathaway.”Solene.I leaned back in my chair, the name echoing in my mind like a distant memory."There's more," answered Hades, and I knew from the sound of his voice that I would not like whatever was about to come. "She's the Luna of the Red Moon Pack."My breath caught. "She's. Luna?""To Alpha

The car ride to the Hilltop pack mansion was an eternity into my own hell. My stepfather rode shotgun, his presence suffocating, his smugness torturous.Every pothole on the road seemed to resonate my heart rate, letting me know there was no getting out of it this time. He wasn't going to give me any room for error, not after everything I'd done to get out of this."Hilarious," he finally said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "If I had a choice, Mina would be where you sit now. She'd be eager, even ravenous for it. But Alpha Wesley. he wants you only."I clenched my fists, nails digging into the skin of my palms. Mina would have jumped at the chance to be Luna."Shame," he continued, wallowing in every second of my agony. "Mina would have made life a heck of a lot easier for me. But no, Wesley wasn't about to settle for second best."I ground my teeth together, preventing myself from speaking something that I couldn't retract. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seein

Days passed in a blur. I barely left my room, the weight of my actions pressing down on me like an iron cage. The rejection had sent shockwaves through the pack, but I couldn’t care less.Let them talk. Let them sneer behind my back. I was done playing the obedient little pawn.My stepfather was livid. I could hear his growls through the walls, his booming voice rattling the house every time he shouted about how I had humiliated our family in front of the entire pack.I knew he wanted to storm into my room, drag me out by my hair, and force me to apologize to Wesley. But even My stepfather wasn’t stupid enough to lay a hand on me. Not when Wesley still wanted me.Wesley. The thought of him made my stomach churn.For days, he had bombarded me with messages, calls, and even handwritten notes slipped under my door.“Please, Solene. Let me explain.”“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”“We can fix this. I still love you.”Love? What a joke.The worst part? A small, broken part of me st

"Come on," he said, his voice suave but insistent. "Let's get out and find something else to do with ourselves rather than dance in a place like this.""Wait, what is your name?" I asked him as he herded me towards the door."Names kill the mystery," he replied with a sardonic grin."I'm Solene," I suggested, although I wasn't even sure why it mattered."Solene," he said once more, as though relishing the taste of it on his lips. "What a beautiful name."I followed him out of the bar, the icy night air slapping against my face like a slap of cold hard truth. "Where are we going?" I said, my voice not quite firm."You'll see," he said, sending me a sidelong glance and an enigmatic smile. "You trusted me enough to ask me to dance. Why are you so frightened now?"I laughed. "Terrified? Do I look terrified to you?""Good then. Trust me, and let's go have some fun, little wolf."Trust. A word that had seemed foreign after tonight. But there was something in his eyes, feral and wild, that d

I walked down the dim corridors of the Hilltop Pack mansion, my heart pounding with excitement and apprehension. Wesley had texted me beforehand, mentioning there was a surprise, and I couldn't help but smile at the prospect.Maybe he'd ordered a bouquet of roses I loved, or perhaps he'd cooked a small meal just the two of us. Our mating ceremony was just days away, and I could tell he was as eager as I to start our life together.We were not only the eager ones, my step parents were very eager to see me get married to the wealthy Alpha of our pack.To my stepfather, it was an opportunity to come but once and for my Stepmom, it was the only reasonable way I could repay her and her family for bringing me into her home after her sister's death, my mother's death.My own bare feet hardly made a dent on the plush carpeting as I crept toward Wesley's room. The door was slightly ajar, and a thrill of anticipation poked in my chest. I looked through the crack, half-hoping to see him preparin