A Marked Lover Novels & Stories

"But we are not lovers which means that we are not in the level of love making." Mark wanted to smack his forehead. Precisely. They are not lovers. It was just his one-sided decision. She's an aspie—she understands herself, but she hardly understands others. The most critical thing was—her parents made her that way or someone made her like a robot. He scooped her face. "Darling, I claim you as my lover. So, no more other reasons and whys and buts and other whatsoever stuff." He said. She was still quizzical. He kissed her mouth because he was aroused, and she looked adorable with the question on her face.

"He can't get through to me, so he sends his lover? Is this some prank?" "Lover?" Ariana found the word so disgusting, especially concerning Markris of all people. "Why would I have a lover who is married? Hell, why would Markris be my lover when his mum is almost like a mother to me? Also, I fucked his friend, and I enjoyed it too much to jump in bed with him. Hopefully, this helps?" "What?" Lorena could not believe her ears. A girl she had never met just info dumped on her without any shame. Suddenly, she needed to know whoever it was.

As he was about to get into the car, he looked up toward the building and said, "Well, now you're mine, Julie." A smile spread across his lips as he got into the car and drove off to the apartment. There were so many things that couldn’t be explained through that flat expression. Mark Robertson held many secrets, while Julie Hartman, filled with happiness and blooming feelings in her heart, entered the apartment with a smile. "You seem to have found a replacement for Liam?" Her mother asked with a smile, while Julie’s focus shifted to Elizah's disapproving expression. "No… It’s not like that… Mark is just—"

he collected a glass of champagne from the waitress that passed us by “I loved a girl once, genuinely” “I don't love Lorenzo, don't get ahead of yourself” I fixed my gaze on Lorenzo and Cheyenne who were now slow dancing with each other “Yes, but you feel something deep and special for him” Haze moved closer to me. “Even though you're too stubborn to admit it” he chuckled. “I'll continue with my story… I loved a girl once, I found myself doing things for her I never thought u would ever do for anyone… you won't believe, I began learning how to cook because upon my stalking, I figured out she liked guys who can cook”

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

Mark rolled his eyes, pouting, “Cheated me with that damn stupid trick. Oh yeah, what a magnificent feat.” “So you think you’ll be better than me when you’re the one to take her back to her room?” Ivor was sarcastic. “All right, all right, we’re all the same,” Mark said and rolled his eyes. “No, Mark, do I look like someone who would have sex with a drunk?” Ivor tucked himself together, looking at Mark with a sharp gaze. “Don’t say I didn’t remind you not to look at my assistant with that lewd look.” “Come on, she looks gorgeous and charming. If my fiancé were her, I wouldn’t hesitate to ask her to marry me. There won’t be a man who can resist that sweet temptation,” Mark pouted. “Plus, I’ll

" To love is risky, not to love is foolish" ~ Liam pov ~ I'm such a mess. My whole life has been. That's the life of a Prince wanted on the throne. Sometimes I wish I had an older brother. It's not that I care much or I've always obeyed the orders and followed the rules, but leaving like a fugitive in this world doesn't suck at all. I hadn't thought I would find my mate here. Damn.., I never thought someone would ever be able to love me.

“The only thing that can tether him back to life is the marking of his true love.” My uncle’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. “What?” Vanya didn’t flinch. “Her mark can restore what the ritual drained. As long as she still loves him, and as long as he’s not completely gone, it’s the only path left.” “He has a wife” I said, the words coming out in a whisper.

"Good girl. Bye, bye and I wish you good luck finding a new mate that's if anyone's willing to mark you." I let out a soft laugh, trying to put on an unbothered expression yet I can't take the provocation that threatens to break me apart. "Hey, couples." I snap my fingers and the two turn around to face me, their breaks scrunching up. "I wish your new mate gets fucked by a donkey and the pictures spread all over the internet, Ryker." Gasps erupt in the room and I raised my chin, a proud smile tugging at my lips.

Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.