Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

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."

“Look, I'm really sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean…” The door swung open, cutting him off. I stared at him, fury and disbelief boiling over. “You didn’t mean to?” I hissed. “Then what the fuck are these, Alex!” I pointed to the mark on my neck. His fucking mark. “When did you not mean to mark me?” “I… I swear it was in the moment,” Alex stammered. “When I felt your teeth on my neck I just… got a little too excited. Then something took over.”

I don't regret getting rid of him, and I won't regret it, even when she finds out. “Can we talk about earlier?” She inquires, flashing me a small smile that reaches her eyes. I nod and fold my arms around my chest. She signals to me to take a seat, and I stroll to the bed to sit. She does the same besides me before asking. “About the accidental marriage between us. Don't you think it would be better if we had the marriage annulled? It shouldn't be a…” “No!” I interrupt quickly. There will be no annulment.

Lily asked with curiosity. “Yes. That day I was happened to be in that area and I saw you were playing with two of your friends when he pushed you at the road but instead of running away you just stuck at your place. My reflex acted and I saved you. I have not thought you will remember the accident as I thought I had erased the memories already,” Mark answered. “So, you can erase memories too?” Lily curiously asked. “Yes.” “Goodness. I am happy that I did not forget you else I think I would have lost a chance to meet such a man,” Lily stated. Mark blinked his eyes three times before looking into Lily’s eyes.

“Please indulge me. I merely want to ask Patience here if she can tell me what the word ‘accident’ means.” Patience’s response was delivered with an affronted air. Such things were beneath her. “The word ‘accident’ is a noun, meaning an unfortunate or unforeseen event that usually ends with damage or injury. It can also mean something that happens by chance.” Cotteridge threw his arms wide. “There we have it. The Oxford English Dictionary could not have done the word more justice. The important element in both meanings is that of intent, was it truly a random act of chance or,” he leaned forward again, “was it something that could have been altogether avoided?”

Inside, I reached for the mark. I didn’t need a flare big enough to light the sky. I just needed a jolt. Something small, fast, plausible enough that people could call it an accident, weird enough to make the right men nervous. Heat gathered under my skin, a painful buzz racing from my wrist to my fingers. The curse felt it instantly, slamming down, trying to suffocate the spark. Not this. Not much. Just enough, I begged it silently. Let me have this. The mark pulsed once, a tiny electric nerve‑fire.

I don’t decide to say it. It’s just out of my mouth, the way these things are always out of my mouth a half-second before my brain signs off on them, and the whole room turns to look at me — Marjorie, the two maids, Hale with her fingers still wrapped white-knuckled around a nineteen-year-old’s wrist. “It was an accident,” I say again, steadier, holding Hale’s eyes. “It’s a muffin. There are forty more. Let her go.”

The date stamp read three years ago. ID: 098-V Timestamp: August 14, 2023 | 02:14:05 AM “I’ve found her. Now make sure she never finds out the truth about the accident.” Grace dropped the crystal water glass she was holding. The sound of it slipping from her fingers felt distant, disconnected from her body. It hit the corner of the dark walnut desk, fracturing instantly and sloshing cold liquid across her meticulously printed spreadsheets. The amber water soaked rapidly into the clean columns of her forensic audit, blurring the ink, bleeding the numbers together into formless, dark smudges.

It was an eerie feeling, but I tried to ignore it and focused on where I was going. However, my attention was diverted when I accidentally bumped into something, causing me to drop my journal. I almost fell, but Mark quickly caught me. Embarrassed, I looked up to see what I had bumped into, and to my surprise, it was a Meredith who I hadn't noticed.

“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