Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

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.

A small white puddle was pooling on the pristine black marble. "You're making a mess, Thorne," Avery said softly, stepping up to the opposite side of the island. Vivian gasped, her head snapping up. The moment her emerald eyes collided with Avery’s, a deep, telltale crimson flush rushed up her neck, blooming across her cheeks. She set the milk carton down so hard it splashed. "I am merely... performing a routine liquid transfer," Vivian stammered, her voice lacking any trace of its usual clinical authority. She reached for a paper towel, her fingers trembling slightly as she dabbed at the marble. "The structural integrity of the carton was compromised."

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

I know it's not enough, but its a start "Come in" he said after my second knock, I came him, he was facing his wardrobe, thereby backing me, his light is still on he just finished bathing, my eyes caught the Cain marks on his back, it was hideous, I went forward to touch it, but I was late cause he already wore his shirt before I reach "So what do I owe this visit" he asked as he turn around "Here" I said holding out the tray with tea and bread, he smiled, that his devilish smile

“What do you mean?” “There’s something you don’t know,” Granny said. She stood up slowly. Walked to her room. Returned with a locked box. Inside—documents. Photos. A letter. One I hadn’t seen before. Written by Eliora. Confession-style. She’d been seventeen. Hit someone with a car. Left the scene. It wasn’t just an accident. She was racing with a friend. Trying to impress a boy. The girl she hit never walked again. Granny had paid for silence.

When the door opened, my hand instinctively touched the side of my neck. The place where he had marked me. The truth was, I was exhausted. I had done everything to avoid thinking about that cursed mark, terrified of what it meant, of what it could do to me. Each time the thought crept into my mind, I buried it, shoved it far, far away. I convinced myself I was fine, that I could keep hiding from the pain. I was in a new pack, a new city. My life was nothing like Crescent Moon Pack anymore. Things were better here. I was with Rex. Why should I keep tormenting myself with Kael’s mark?

Right. He kissed me deeply as he fucked me slowly, and I ran my nails over his back. I wanted to leave marks on him. I knew he was going to leave marks on me—if not physically, then mentally, his presence forever burned into my brain, given that he was the first I’d ever had like this before.

Would he get a chance to make amends, or would it all end tragically? "I never expected it to turn out like this," Zack said, his gaze straight ahead. Marko patted Zack’s shoulder from the side. All of Zack’s friends understood that this was purely an accident and not something planned. It was not a crime but merely an unfortunate mishap. However, they still had to take responsibility and atone for this mistake.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said. “I think you’re the one who isn’t supposed to be here,” Mark said pointedly, looking at his watch. “At least, as I understand the terms of your parole. It’s almost nine o’clock.” Cain squinted at him as if trying to judge his sincerity, then looked down at the broken bottle. He looked back at Mark, and took a few deliberate steps away from the mess. “And I’m littering. Or something worse, maybe, because someone could get hurt. What’s it called when you litter with