Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

"None of us have seen these tests before or known that two lines meant negative. Miss Simmons, you seem quite familiar with them?" Annie realized her slip. She quickly explained, "Our school had some educational seminars with the police, that's how I know." "Is that so?" Renee smiled coldly. After drinking Mark's wine, she'd known something was wrong. The sensation immediately alerted her to the gravity of the situation. Accidental consumption was very different from voluntary use. Everyone had seen her toast with Mark. Even claiming it was accidental, she'd have no proof. She'd considered destroying evidence, but her body wouldn't cooperate. Instead, she'd switched glasses when she stood up

After a moment, she allowed me to help her up and gestured for me to come inside. It seemed this scene was so familiar to her that it had become almost instinctual. But I had investigated Mark before coming here. He had been a delivery worker for a logistics company, with no criminal record or history of gambling. This was likely why the police believed his involvement in the accident was purely accidental. "Release him," I commanded as I sat down, and my men immediately let Mark go. Mark rushed to his wife, using his body to shield her, his voice full of defensiveness. "What do you want from me? I've told the police everything and served my time. That accident is in the past."

My chest was choking, and I whirled about, hair flying, eyes wild. "What just happened?!" I thundered. Alberto came back to his senses, panting for breath, his eyes huge with realization. "I—I didn't mean to. Clara, I swear—I got carried away, I didn't—" "You left a mark!" I shook. My fingers touched the new, stinging wound. "Do you even know what you've done?!" "It was an accident!" "There is no such thing as an accidental mark!" I shouted back. He took a step closer to me, palms out. "Clara, please—"

Even though he clearly and obviously wanted Alexa over me now, I still couldn’t give up. My mind drifted to the first time that Mark found out about Oscar and I. I had been scared that everything was ruined, but then the accident happened right after, and when Mark came out from coma, he could not recall the exact reason why he had the accident, or what happened prior to it. Which had been my luck…our luck.

Kade grumbled, but made no action to remove his hardened length from my backside. “We want you to mark us, doll, but not without you knowing fully what you’re getting into.” Alec continued, a small smile gracing his strong face. “We will mark you tomorrow night, as there’s a high chance you’ll pass out. It won’t hurt much, but the emotions can be—overwhelming, from what we hear. We assume that two marks will mean twice the sensation.”

If she hadn’t slept early last night, she would never have been able to wake up this afternoon. She turned around after brushing her teeth and found Mark, still standing at the bathroom door. She felt apprehensive. Following his line of sight, her eyes landed on the silent, pitiful and innocent-looking toothbrush in the bin. She lied awkwardly, “I… accidentally dropped it onto the ground when I picked up the cup. I guessed that you wouldn’t want it anymore, so I threw it away. It’s alright. Let’s eat. I got up late so I have to hurry!” “Oh,” Mark replied profoundly, then carried the breakfast over to the dining table.

But someone had drawn something small and strange in the corner, a circle with three jagged lines cutting through it. It looked like a rune. I snapped a quick picture with my phone and stepped back before anyone noticed. That night, I compared it to the symbols I’d found online. It matched a forbidden marking used in some old rituals, something about “binding” and “debt of soul.” I didn’t fully understand, but the warning beneath it was clear enough: Do not mark what you cannot control. A chill ran down my spine. Was that what had happened to her? Has someone marked her?

"I thought that was an accident." When it happened, that's how we convinced ourselves. "So did I," Marcus said. "Until I found the original labels in the trash. Someone deliberately switched them." I felt cold wash over me. "You're saying this is intentional? Someone is sabotaging us?" I asked, not wanting to acknowledge that the thought had passed my mind earlier. "I'm saying it's too many coincidences," Marcus said. "Tools going missing, labels switched, bad reviews from fake accounts. Appointments getting cancelled and supply deliveries showing up wrong even though I triple-checked the orders." He named every’ accident’ we have dealt with these past days.

He let out an exhausted breath when he didn't find any mark here. Mate mark and true mark are two different marks, even a blind person would know the difference. “I'm sorry….I deserve death. I brought the wrong person!”. Blade apologized as he dropped to his knees immediately. Thank goodness. I have hope of escaping this, at least I have proved myself useless. “I'm sorry if I disappointed you ….I was never born with the true mark. It was stolen You've been misled”. I said, ignoring the pregnant tension that had enveloped the dangerous woods.

"You still aren't listening to me. You already made up your mind in your head!" "You can't blackmail any of us with your tears" I turned to Ken "How could you do this?! What did i ever do to you?" He ignored me and turned to Ace. He bowed "In the process while she tried to force herself on me. I accidentally…" he paused and turned to me then he pointed at my neck. "I mistakenly marked her." Just then, my neck stung. I ran to the mirror in his office and stared at the fresh bite mark on my neck, just on top Ace's mark.