A Marked Lover Novels & Stories

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.

Nicholas freezes, deep inside, with a long exhale as he finds his release. I'm trying to regulate my thundering heart. His breathing is ragged, too. Nicholas is still in me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. " That was glorious," he whispers. I can only nod my agreement. I've never felt anything like that. It was mindblowing. I loved how patient and considerate he was with me. Lily was right; Nicholas cared for me and made the experience better than I anticipated. However, he hasn't marked me. Why hasn't my mate marked me?

Her wolf gnarled in agreement. Mark seemed gullible at first or so she thought. Her high hopes were quickly brought down by his extreme seriousness and most importantly his crazy nosy friend who wouldn’t let her breathe. Carl sure knows how to hold a grudge. It is still a surprise to her that Mark hasn’t tossed her out of the house just yet. She knows that Carl would have said things about her. At this point, it doesn’t seem like trying to act cute will help her much. Mark is dedicated to whoever his lover is and doesn’t even bat an eyelash towards her. That aches so much. She loves to think her charm is irresistible.

Grabbing a condom from the side table, Mark quickly removed his boxer briefs and sheathed himself. I raised my brow. “When did I get a stash of condoms?” I was fairly certain we had used the last one this morning. His chuckle was dark. “When your fiancé decided that provisions needed to be stocked up.” I laughed, but a small part of me felt a pang at the word fiancé. I still wasn’t sure how Mark felt about me. Sure, he liked me, and I would even go so far as to say he loved fucking me. But did he love me the way I loved him?

"You're right. I also think that I'm being rather pathetic. It's just that… He had such great qualities. He was handsome and well-mannered. He was the cream of the crop even among the elites. "I thought it would be easy for us to become a couple with my looks and family background. Reality proved me right since it didn't take long for him to accept me. But…" A hint of pain flickered in Madison's eyes before she continued, "He was always cold to me when nobody else was around. I had to initiate all our kisses. One time, when we were sleeping together, he even called out your name. "He only presented himself as a doting lover when we were in public. It was then that I realized that he didn't l

There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced. “One more round,” Scarlett yelled, slightly drunk, a big smile on her face. She just couldn’t wait for her mysterious man to show up. Olivia and I were looking forward to meeting the guy who enthralled her so. Scarlett’s sparkling silver dress offset her long, dark hair, which made her seem more petite than she really was. A look that would knock the socks off her lover boy tonight. She was the cuddle bug of our group, despite the fact that she looked like a petite sex goddess. She was beautiful, but it was her warm brown eyes and her kind perso

" What greater sign of love is there, than the mark?" He gently took my hand in his, " I want to give you the mark when you are fully mine, when I have fully claimed you. I want it to be special, not something done when we are still a secret.” He placed a tiny kiss on the back of my right hand. “Listen my love" His blue eyes stared hopelessly into mine. "You are my mate, the one who will be by my side, ruling with me... but I need you to be patient and trust me...I will never disappoint you...I promise.

ADRIENNE’S POV Our lips were still locked against each other, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He tilts his head, nudging my lips open with his, and I sigh in pleasure as he deepens the kiss. I was starting to enjoy the kiss but something felt different. The kiss was beginning to feel forceful and commanding and as it deepened, I knew this wasn’t meant for me. It was like, he was trying to get at someone and I could definitely feel the anger in his every move. I break off our contact and take a step back, just to find his eyes locked with a red hair lady who had a red strapless gown with white flower pattern on, which stopped halfway from her knees. She had a red wedge on, so I kn

he said with a smirk and slowly laid me on the bed. "So, my birthday gift?" He asked with a deep smile on his face. "As if I have another choice," I said playfully. He let out a burst of soft laughter with my words. "I love you, sweetheart." "And I love you, too." And with that, our little junior on her way, I guess. I admitted what he said before about our marriage that I will never regret to be Mrs. Duncan. He successfully marked me as his and made me attached to him physically, emotionally, and mentally. I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************

Lena's stomach twisted into knots, the thought of it, the bond still connecting her and all of these other poor women to that murderous monster made her feel dirty, what Kate had been through was beyond words, he actually made her fall in love with him before marking and betraying her, she was so young. Kate's hands trembled as she added one last thing to her monologue "He doesn't need us marked to own us, it's not like we can leave, we are his whether we like it or not...But when he touches Ally or Lorna, it burns, the pain, I can't even describe...You will feel it, we all do, when he's with one of us, he betrays the others mark...And we suffer whether we are the one chosen for the night or