Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

’ she wondered while looking at Marcus with a frown. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” He asked. Mariko sighed exasperatingly. “I said, shoot!” Marcus got startled that he accidentally fired the gun without pointing the bull’s eye, which had hit the far side of the target. Mariko rolled her eyes in disappointment.

What I didn’t know: How much of what she said sounded official because she said it like it was. “Marks can fade,” Angel went on airily, as if lecturing a freshman. “Trial bites. Emergency claims. There are a dozen ways to make something look like a mark that isn’t one. Press silver nitrate and salt into a scratch and humans swear they can smell the oath. Pretty, but not the thing.” “Is that what you had?” The question came out before I could stop it—my curiosity undressing my fear. “A pretty, not the thing?”

And when he did, I made my move. I got up from my seat and made my way to the restroom, carefully timing my exit so that I would "accidentally" bump into Markus as he was making his way to his table. As we collided, I let out a startled gasp and apologized profusely, making sure to make eye contact with Markus and flash him a bright, charming smile. Markus, on the other hand, looked taken aback by the collision, but he quickly recovered and smiled back at me. "No worries, it was my fault," he said, gallantly taking the blame.

I finally said. He nodded. “Marks are a bit like territorial markings. A way to say to others someone’s taken.” “Like wedding rings?” “I guess. A lot of people see claiming like a marriage.” He kept moving his finger delicately on my skin, I had to make a conscious effort not to close my eyes and indulge in a frisson. “There is a more temporary version of marking that people do when dating.” “How?” I asked. “I could show you,” he said looking into my eyes.

No identification, no location marker, no secondary encoding. The cellar is open.

They push Ava to me and I did a wrong thing that I was going to regret forever. I cheated on her! but it was a accident. A stupid accident. I was totally drunk and when I saw Ava, I saw her, I saw Bettina. And that's where I made a mistake. I woke up lying on the bed with Ava completely naked. I talked her to forget about what happen and this was a honest mistake. But Ava is not a easy person I underestimate her. She posted our picture and tag it to me so Bettina will saw it. I never had any romantic relationships with her and she knew that I was being kind to her. But she misunderstood it and thought I like her too..

“Why did you put a mark on me? I heard that’s the only reason I matter, that I’m valuable because I belong to you.” Her words sliced through me like a blade. That single, damning accusation, so wrong, so painfully human, was a poisonous, unfair summary of everything I felt for her. ​My jaw tightened. I scrubbed a hand over my tired face, the action raw with pure frustration. "I didn't 'put' anything on you, Ruby. It's not some tattoo or collar. It's a natural function, a scent claim," I explained, the words felt sterile, detached, and I hated how cold they sounded in the silence between us. "It happens when an Alpha spends enough time close to someone who is important to them, who is... who

she clicked her teeth together and winked. "Even if you were the only lady on the planet, you won't be my mate" I tried closing the door again. "Don't be too sure, remember one week ago?" She put her hands between the door again and stared at me with a seductive smirk on her face. "I was drunk Lynch, and nothing serious happened. It was just a kiss! And it was by mistake"I frowned seriously at her. Last week, I got drunk after the tennis game. The drink must have messed with my hormones because I suddenly wanted to be with my mate but I haven't found her yet. I don't know why Lynch came into my room in the first place but we ended kissing. Thankfully we didn't go pass the kiss before I threw

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.