Novels by Marghie

DWAYNEMatapos makulong sina Shane at Janella, parang doon lang ako nakahinga nang maluwag. Isang taon kaming nabuhay sa takot, duda, at galit. Isang taon na parang hindi kami mapakali kung kailan sila susulpot at gagawa na naman ng gulo.Nasa sala kami noon ni Nancy. Tahimik ang bahay. Si BJ nasa kwarto, tulog. Sina Lesly at Giselle umuwi na rin.Lumapit ako kay Nancy. Hindi ko na napigilan ang sarili ko. Niyakap ko siya nang mahigpit.“Sorry,” sabi ko.Hindi agad siya nagsalita. Ramdam ko ang paghinga niya sa dibdib ko.“Sorry sa pagduda ko,” dagdag ko. “Nasaktan kita. Pinagbintangan kita.”Huminga siya nang malalim bago sumagot. “Wala namang may gusto ng mga nangyari, Dwayne.”Humawak siya sa braso ko at tiningnan ako sa mata. “Hindi ko ginusto ang gulo. Hindi ko ginusto na bumalik siya.”“Alam ko,” sabi ko. “Pero nagpadala ako sa galit. Akala ko niloloko mo ako.”“Nasaktan din ako,” sagot niya. “Pero mas pinili kong intindihin ka.”Mas lalo ko siyang niyakap. Doon ko narealize kung

JANELLANasa kwarto ako noon at nagsusukat ng damit. Tinitingnan ko ang sarili ko sa salamin. Pinaghirapan ko ang mukha na ito. Lahat ng sakit tiniis ko para lang mabuo ang bagong ako.Habang inaayos ko ang damit sa harap ng salamin, biglang tumunog ang phone ko. Unknown number.Sandali akong nag isip kung sasagutin ko ba. Pero sinagot ko rin.“Hello?”May ilang segundo na tahimik. Tapos narinig ko ang boses.“Janella…”Nanlamig ako. “Tito Bernard?”Tumawa siya. Pero hindi normal na tawa. Parang baliw.“Tumawag lang ako para magpaalam,” sabi niya.“Ano? Anong pinagsasabi mo?” inis kong sagot. “Nasaan ka?”Tumawa ulit siya. “Huwag mo na alamin kung nasaan ako, ito na ang huling araw na magkakausap tayo.”Kinabahan ako. “Anong ibig mong sabihin?”“Alam na ng mga pulis ang totoo,” sabi niya. “Alam na nilang buhay kayo ni Shane. Alam na nilang nagpalit kayo ng mukha. Alam na rin nila Dwayne.”Parang nawala ang hangin sa dibdib ko. “Ano? Hindi pwede. Paano nila malalaman?!”“Eh di sinabi k

SHANENatutuwa ako habang umiinom ng alak sa sala. Tahimik ang buong bahay pero ang isip ko puno ng iniisip. Habang iniikot ko ang baso sa kamay ko, hindi ko mapigilan ang mapangiti. Sigurado ako ngayon nag aaway sina Dwayne at Nancy. Kilala ko si Dwayne. Seloso yun. Mainitin ang ulo. Konting duda lang, sasabog agad. At si Nancy naman, pag napuno, hindi rin magpapatalo.Iniisip ko pa lang na unti unti nang nasisira ang pagsasama nila, gumagaan ang pakiramdam ko. Hindi ko man sila nakikita, parang naririnig ko na sa isip ko ang sigawan nila. At sa gitna ng gulong yun, nandun ako. Ako ang dahilan.Bukod kay Nancy, ang gusto ko talaga na makuha ulit ay si BJ. Anak ko siya. Dugo ko siya. Hindi ko matanggap na ibang lalaki ang tinatawag niyang papa ngayon. Sa tuwing naiisip ko na si Dwayne ang kasama niya araw araw, kumukulo ang dugo ko.“Akin ang anak ko,” sabi ko sa sarili ko habang umiinom.Plano ko na kapag tuluyan nang maghiwalay sina Nancy at Dwayne, papasok ako. Magpapakita ako bila

NANCYHabang nag uusap kaming apat nina Dwayne, Lesly, at Giselle sa sala, ramdam ko ang bigat ng hangin. Tahimik si BJ sa tabi ko, halata sa mukha ng lahat ang takot at lungkot.Biglang may kumatok nang malakas sa gate.Sunod sunod. Mabigat. Parang may nagmamadali.Napatingin kaming lahat sa isa’t isa.“Sino yan?” mahina kong tanong.Bago pa kami makakilos, may sumigaw mula sa labas.“Pulis po! Buksan ninyo ang pinto!”Parang tumigil ang tibok ng puso ko.Tumayo si Dwayne at sumilip sa bintana. “Mga pulis nga.”Binuksan niya ang pinto at pumasok ang tatlong pulis. Seryoso ang mga mukha nila. May dala silang mga folder at isang maliit na sobre.“Ano po ang problema?” tanong ni Dwayne.Lumapit ang isang pulis sa amin. “May isang concern citizen po na nagbigay ng tip. Tungkol po ito kay Charles.”Nanlamig ang kamay ko.“Ano tungkol sa kanya?” tanong ko.Tumingin ang pulis sa akin diretso. “May impormasyon po kami na si Charles ay hindi talaga si Charles. Siya raw po talaga si Shane Linc

LESLYNagtaka ako nang marinig ko ang mahinang iyak sa sala. Paglabas ko ng kwarto, nakita ko si BJ na nakatayo sa harap ni Giselle. Si Giselle nakaupo sa wheel chair niya, hawak ang maliit niyang white board. Paulit-ulit siyang nagsusulat at binubura.WALA NA ANG PAPA MO BJ. PATAY NA SI SHANE!Malaki ang letra. Halos madiin ang pagkakasulat, parang gusto niyang ipaintindi talaga.Pero si BJ, pula na ang mata sa kakaiyak.“Hindi po!” sigaw niya. “Hindi po patay si Papa!”Lumapit ako agad. “Anong nangyayari dito?”Tumingin sa akin si BJ, umiiyak pa rin. “Tita Lesly… buhay po si Papa.”Nagkatinginan kami ni Giselle. Mabilis siyang nagsulat ulit.BJ, MALI KA. PATAY NA SI SHANE.Umiling si BJ. “Hindi po si Charles! Yung nasa kapit bahay natin… siya si Papa!”Parang may malamig na tubig na ibinuhos sa ulo ko.“Anong ibig mong sabihin?” tanong ko.“Yung bagong lipat po,” sabi ni BJ habang pinupunasan ang luha niya. “Si Charles. Siya po si Papa.”Napahawak ako sa dibdib ko. “BJ, sigurado ka

BERNARDInis na inis ako simula nung araw na tinanggal ang benda sa mukha ni Janella at tumambad sa akin ang mukha ni Nancy.Hindi ito ang gusto ko.Hindi para dito ang lahat ng ginawa ko.Ako ang sumugod sa kulungan. Ako ang nagpasabog. Ako ang nagplano ng sunog para palabasin na patay na sila. Ginawa ko lahat yun para mailabas si Janella. Para magsimula kami ulit. Para maging kami.Pero ngayon? Wala na yung babaeng minahal ko.Tuwing tinitingnan ko siya, si Nancy ang nakikita ko.Hindi si Janella.Parang nabura na siya.Isang gabi, nakaupo ako mag-isa sa sala ng mansion ni Shane. Naririnig ko ang tawa nila sa taas. Parang walang problema. Parang laro lang ang lahat.Napailing ako.“Hindi ito ang usapan,” bulong ko sa sarili ko.Bumaba si Janella. O kung sino man siya ngayon.“Bakit ang tahimik mo?” tanong niya.Tinitigan ko siya. “Masaya ka ba?”“Syempre,” sagot niya. “Malaya tayo. May plano tayo. Malapit na masira ang pamilya nila Dwayne.”Napangisi siya.Dwayne na naman? Hindi tal

JESSICARamdam ko ang bigat ng aking talukap ng mata habang dahan-dahan itong bumubukas. Ang unang bagay na bumungad sa akin ay ang malabo at madilim na paligid ng VIP room.Sobrang sakit ng buong katawan ko, lalo na sa pagitan ng aking mga hita. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang bawat hapdi sa aking puke at tumbong, isang matamis na paalala ng mga nangyari kagabi.Hindi ko namalayan kung kailan ako nakatulog. Pagod na pagod ako, laspag na laspag, at pakiramdam ko ay parang dinaanan ako ng isang bagyo.Pagbangon ko, napahawak ako sa aking bewang dahil sa panginginig ng aking mga kalamnan. Luminga-linga ako sa paligid, umaasang makita ang presensya ni Miguel, pero wala siya rito.Ang sofa na tinulugan ko ay magulo, at ang tanging naiwan na lang ay ang mabangong amoy ng kanyang pabango at ang amoy ng aming pinagsamahan.Biglang sumikip ang dibdib ko sa kaba. I felt a sudden rush of panic, dahil paano kung tapos na siya sa akin? Paano kung nakuha niya na ang gusto niya at iiwanan na niya lang ako

MIGUELPinanood ko si Jessica habang bumabawi pa siya ng lakas mula sa matinding climax na ibinigay ko sa kanya. Nakatali pa rin siya nang mahigpit sa leather straps, nakabukaka at nakalahad sa harap ko ang lahat ng bahagi ng kanyang pagkatao na naghihintay ng susunod na parusa at sarap.Kinuha ko ang mga laruan na nakahanda sa gilid ng sofa, isang vibrator at 10 inch dildo. Gusto kong makita kung hanggang saan ang kayang itagal ni Jessica na desperadong maging babae ko.Inumpisahan ko sa pagpasok ng vibrator sa kanyang puke, sinet ko ito sa pinakamalakas na level para mabasag ang natitira niyang resistensya."Jessica, you have no idea how much I enjoy watching you lose control. Well, let me show you how a real man treats his favorite toy. Tell me, masarap ba na pinaglalaruan ang bawat butas mo hanggang sa hindi mo na alam kung nasaan ang langit?"Ngayon, pagkatapos ng vibrator, isinunod ko ang 10 inch dildo. Dahan-dahan ko itong ipinasok sa kanyang puke, ramdam ko ang bawat pagluwag

JESSICA Ramdam ko ang bawat hagod ng dila ni Miguel na tila naghahanap ng bawat sensitibong parte sa loob at labas ng aking pagkababae. Bawat himod niya ay parang kidlat na tumatama sa aking matres, dahilan para mapakapit ako nang mahigpit sa leather straps ng sofa habang pilit kong iniaangat ang aking bewang para mas lalo siyang makalapit.Wala na akong hiya. Wala na akong pakialam kung sino ang makakarinig sa loob ng silid na ito. Ang tanging alam ko lang ay ang nagbabagang sensasyon na ibinibigay niya sa akin habang nilalasap niya ang bawat katas na inilalabas ko."Sige pa, himurin mo ng himurin ang puke ko! Huwag mong hihintuan, Miguel, please, parang awa mo na!" sigaw ko habang ang aking mga binti ay nanginginig sa tindi ng sarap.Ang bawat pagdampi ng dila niya sa aking clit ay nagpaparamdam sa akin na tila sasabog na ang mundo ko. "You are driving me crazy with your tongue! Ang sarap-sarap mo maghimod!"Tumigil siya sandali, tiningala niya ako habang ang mga labi niya ay basa

JESSICANapahinga ako nang malalim habang sige pa rin ako sa pag-chupa sa titi ni Miguel. Ang bawat pagdampi ng dila ko sa ulo ng kanyang pagkalalaki ay sinasabayan ko ng tamang pressure at ritmo.Hindi ko akalain na ganito pala siya katindi sa kama. Akala ko ay utu-uto o gentleman siya, pero ngayon, lumalabas ang pagiging sadista niya na tila gutom na hayop na lalapain ako ng buhay.Pero okay lang, kailangan kong magtiis. Kung gusto kong makuha ang posisyon bilang Mrs. Thompson, dapat ay masarapan siya nang todo sa akin. Dapat ay ako lang ang babaeng hindi niya kayang kalimutan.Habang nakablindfold siya, dahan-dahan kong inilapit ang bibig ko sa tenga niya para bumulong habang ang mga kamay ko ay hinahaplos ang kanyang matitigas na hita."Masarap ba akong chumupa, Miguel? Sabihin mo sa akin kung gaano mo kagusto ang bawat dila ko sa bawat parte ng titi mo, dahil handa akong ibigay ang lahat para lang masiguradong ako lang ang nasa isip mo."Ramdam ko ang paghigpit ng hawak niya sa s

MIGUELPinanood ko siya nang mabuti habang inuubos niya ang bawat patak ng tamod ko. Gusto kong masiguro na hindi niya ibubuga ang kahit kaunti, dahil sa sandaling ito, ang bawat katas ko na nasa loob ng bibig niya ay parang pirma ng aking pagmamay-ari sa kanya.Nang makita kong wala na siyang inilalabas at nalunok na niya ang lahat, alam kong tapos na ang appetizer para sa gabing ito. Hinila ko siya patayo sa kanyang buhok, hindi alintana kung nasasaktan ba siya o hindi, dahil ang sakit na nararamdaman niya ang nagbibigay sa akin ng kakaibang satisfaction.Dinala ko siya pabalik sa sofa kung saan ang mga leather straps na nakahanda ay naghihintay na. Inumpisahan ko siyang itali, hinigpitan ko ang bawat buckles sa kanyang mga pulso at bukung-bukong hanggang sa mag-iwan ito ng mga marka sa kanyang maputing balat.“Jessica, tonight, you are not just my girl, you are my plaything, and you will stay exactly where I put you,” bulong ko sa tenga niya habang nakatali siya nang nakadapa, expo

MIGUELHindi ko alam kung ano ang eksaktong nasa isip ni Jessica, pero sa bawat galaw niya, tila binubuhay niya ang isang bahagi ng pagkatao ko na matagal ko nang kinukulong. Ang dati kong pagkatao na tahimik at kontrolado ay tila naglalaho, napapalitan ng isang lalaking hindi na kilala ang limitasyon.Habang nakadapa siya sa harap ko, ramdam ko ang tensyon sa bawat muscle ng tumbong niya. Hindi ko na mapigilan ang sarili ko. Pinakawalan ko ang sadista kong panig, ang parteng gusto lang ay makita siyang hirap na hirap pero humihingi pa rin ng higit pa.Hindi ko na hinintay ang permiso niya. Dinaganan ko siya, hinawakan ko ang buhok niya para siguraduhing nakatingin siya sa direksyon kung saan niya mararamdaman ang bawat pagbayo ko.Sinimulan ko siyang barurutin nang matindi sa kanyang tumbong. I wanted to see her shatter. I wanted to feel her entire world collapse under the sheer intensity of what I was doing. Ang bawat diin ko ay may kasamang puwersa na halos magpaupos sa hangin sa l

"You heard me." He wrenched her upright, spun her, pressed her chest against the mahogany surface where minutes ago lay budget proposals and departmental memos. Her cheek flattened against the cool wood. "Spread your legs, Professor. You've been giving it away to teenagers. Now give it to a man who's waited forty years to hear those words from a colleague."Her skirt. Jack's gnarled hands rucked the dove-gray wool up around her waist. The sound of her pantyhose tearing—that familiar ripping silk—drew a groan from someone across the table."No underwear," Jack announced. "She's bare under here. Comes to faculty meetings with her cunt ready and nothing between it and the world.""Because they make me," Haylie gasped. "The boys. Rule number one. No panties on campus. Ever. So they can take me whenever they want. In the library stacks. The locker room. The greenhouse after botany lab."Jack's belt buckle clinked. His cock, when it pressed against the cleft of her ass, felt ancient and hot

“On the desk,” Marcus said. The same command as the first night. The same bass in his voice that made her cunt clench.She spread herself across the polished wood. Theo had already set up—two phones now, different angles, a small tripod she’d seen him assembling with the care of a cinematographer. Jason worked lube into his fingers, warming it this time, a small courtesy she noticed and appreciated in some distant, analytical corner of her mind.“Pussy tonight,” Carter announced, stepping up. His cock was already out, thick and leaking, the same one she’d tasted in her mouth that first encounter. “I want to feel her come around me.”“Get in line,” Jason said. “I’m opening her ass.”The first cock pushed into her cunt without preamble. Carter wasn’t gentle—he was vengeful, each thrust a punctuation to some grudge she’d planted with a red pen weeks ago. “C-minus,” he grunted, pounding. “Look at you now. Taking my dick while you moan.”“She’s ready.” Jason’s slick thumb pressed into her

“I couldn’t sleep.” Her voice shredded itself against the quiet. “I keep feeling it. All of you. Inside me. And I—” A swallow. “I need it again.”Marcus leaned his forearm against the doorjamb, blocking the entry with his bulk. “You need what.”“Cock.” The word fell out of her, pathetically eager. “Your cock. Please. I’ll do anything.”His mouth twitched. “Anything’s a lot of ground to cover, Professor.”“Marcus.” She reached for his waistband. Her fingers were cold against the warm skin of his hip. “Use me. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to be in charge. Just—fuck the lecture out of my head.”He let her wait through three full breaths. Then his hand closed over hers, guiding it beneath the elastic to the thick, heated length already stirring there.“Narrow bed,” he warned, stepping backward. “You’ll have to be quiet. Thin walls.”“I don’t care.”The bed was a twin, shoved against cinderblock, tangled sheets smelling of boy-sweat and cedar deodorant. Haylie crawled onto

The dual invasion stole her breath. Two cocks, thick and unyielding, separated by nothing but a thin wall of tissue. Marcus pulled out as Jason pushed in, a seesaw rhythm that turned her into a vessel for their coordination. The desk creaked beneath her. Lecture notes slid further across the polished wood."Look up," Marcus said.She couldn't. Her forehead pressed into the desk, hair falling in damp ropes around her face.A hand—Theo's—fisted in her hair and yanked her head back. The phone's camera lens blinked red in her peripheral vision. "Smile, Professor. You're the star of the lecture today."Another student stepped into her bleary sightline. Broad, sandy-haired, a jawline that hadn't quite shed its boyish softness. She'd marked his last essay a C-minus and written lacks rigor in red pen. Now his cock bobbed inches from her lips, flushed and leaking."Open." Not a request.Her mouth fell open. The head of him pushed past her teeth, salty and velvet-soft and too wide for her jaw.

"Say it," Marcus murmured. His thumb traced the edge of her bra strap, feather-light. "Just once. Be honest."Her voice, when it came, was barely a whisper. "Yes.""Louder.""Yes." The word cracked out of her, half-defiant, half-surrendered. "I want it."The transformation was immediate. Marcus's mouth crushed against hers—no tentative exploration, just a claiming. His tongue pushed past her lips, and she met it with her own, a duel rather than a dance. Behind her, Theo's hands released her wrists and instead gripped her hips, fingers digging into the wool of her skirt."On the desk," Marcus said, breaking the kiss. His voice had dropped an octave.Theo lifted her bodily, setting her on the edge of her own desk. Papers scattered. Her meticulously organized lecture notes cascaded to the floor like confetti. Some dark part of her celebrated the mess.Hands everywhere now. She couldn't track them all. Someone—maybe Jason—pulled her blouse open, buttons pinging against the floor. Her skir

Professor Haylie Bates rules Crestwood Academy with an iron fist, her sharp tongue and cold demeanor keeping every student in line. But when her overbearing academic pressure finally pushes her elite male students to the breaking point, the classroom door locks, and the power dynamic shifts forever. They don’t want an apology; they want her complete, unadulterated submission. Trapped between a thirst for control and a hidden, starving hunger, Haylie is about to learn that the only way to earn their respect is to get on her knees. One by one, she’s being broken—and for the first time, she doesn't want to be saved.******* PART 1Professor Haylie Bates adjusted her glasses with a precise, deliberate motion, the fluorescent lights of Classroom 4B catching the lenses in a way that made her look almost insectoid. Twenty-three young men sat before her, none of them older than twenty-one, all of them wearing the crisp navy blazers of Crestwood Academy."Your essays on post-colonial theory,"

The sun rose over the mountains of Westoria with a brightness that the kingdom had not seen in a hundred years. Just start the scene with make George marry Ashley and they coronated as new King and Queen of Westoria in front of the largest crowd ever gathered at the palace gates. The great stone cathedral was filled with the smell of fresh lilies and the sound of silver trumpets that announced the arrival of the new era. George stood at the altar in his formal white military uniform, his shoulders broad and his heart beating with a steady rhythm of pure excitement. He watched the heavy oak doors open slowly to reveal the woman who had changed his entire world with a single shy smile.Ashley walked down the long carpeted aisle, and she no longer looked like the scared maid who used to hide in the corners of the kitchen. She wore a dress made of white silk that shimmered like moonlight, and the silver mark on her forehead glowed with a soft light that proved she was blessed by the heaven

The celebration in the palace gardens continued into the early hours of the morning, but the air around the royal table had changed from pure joy to a thick cloud of whispers. While George stood proudly with his hand around Ashley’s waist, the music seemed to fade into the background as the eyes of the high-ranking noblewomen turned sharp and cold. Make many woman envy to Ashley and said angrily she could be not the future queen because she is a omega, and their voices were loud enough to reach the ears of the shy girl who was still holding her cleaning rag in her shaking hand. They gathered in small groups, their silk dresses rustling like dried leaves as they looked at Ashley’s simple gray uniform with absolute disgust and disbelief.The daughters of the richest Alphas from the neighboring packs felt like they had been insulted because they had spent months preparing their hair and dresses for this very night. They had all hoped to catch the eye of George, who was not only a hero of

The palace grounds were covered in thousands of glowing white lanterns that looked like fallen stars resting on the green grass. Just start the scene with make the Moon Festival came to the kingdom of Westoria, bringing a sense of hope and new beginnings to a people who had suffered through so much darkness. The air was filled with the delicious smell of roasting meats and sweet honey cakes, and the sound of drums echoed against the mountain peaks to call every wolf home. Queen Giselle, King Jake, Jillian and Beta Paul stood on the high balcony, watching their people dance and laugh under the massive, glowing orb of the full moon.They looked down at the courtyard where the crowds were gathering in their finest clothes, all of them waiting for the traditional blessing that would mark the end of the year’s troubles. Especially George the one who facilitate the festival was moving through the crowd with a clipboard and a wide smile, making sure that every torch was lit and every musicia

The air inside the royal birthing chambers was usually filled with the sound of joy and the scent of sweet milk, but today it was filled with a silence that felt like a sharp blade. Months later both Grace and Katy give birth with both boys after a long night of labor that had tested their strength and their will to survive. The midwives had stepped out for only a moment to bring fresh water and warm blankets for the new princes of the Westoria kingdom. When they returned, the grand silk beds were empty and the small wooden cradles that had been carved with so much love were now nothing but hollow shells.The two mothers sat up with a sudden jolt, their hearts pounding against their ribs as they looked around the quiet room for their missing children. They cry and think that the vampire still not stop to trouble them even though they had seen his body turn into a pile of gray dust under the silver moon. Grace grabbed a white shawl and wrapped it around her shaking shoulders, her eyes

The fire in the grand fireplace of the private royal lounge crackled with a warm, steady heat that tried to chase away the lingering chill of the night. Outside the tall windows, the moon was still high, but the atmosphere inside the palace had shifted from one of pure terror to one of quiet reflection and healing. Just start the scene with Jillian also apologize as she stood in the center of the plush rug, her eyes downcast and her hands trembling as she looked at her sister, Queen Giselle. She felt a heavy weight of guilt in her chest because she believed that her own past connection with the darkness was what had drawn the monster back to their doorstep after all these years.Jillian looked around the room at King Jake, Beta Paul, and the two young women who were now resting on the sofas with blankets wrapped around their shoulders. She took a deep breath, her voice wavering as she finally spoke the words that had been eating away at her soul since the moment she saw Lucas vanish i

The black stone sword remained buried deep in the chest of the monster until the very last spark of his evil life went out. Just start the scene with make Lucas die and vanish into a cloud of gray dust that the wind carried away over the rushing river. There was no body left behind to bury and no grave to mark where he fell because his soul was too dark to stay in the world of the living. The forest became very quiet for a small moment as the heavy weight of his shadow finally lifted from the hearts of everyone standing in the clearing.The remaining followers of the vampire king tried to run into the trees or turn into smoke, but the royal guards were too fast and too prepared for their tricks. The vampire arrested and put in a special prison so they can't escape even they turn invisible because the walls were lined with the same glowing black stone that burned their skin. They were led away in silver chains that hummed with ancient magic, making sure that the terror they had helped