Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

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.

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

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.

"And in the middle of all of that careful planning, your wolf took over and marked me in front of witnesses at a public ceremony, and now a year later you're explaining to me that it wasn't intentional." "That's not…" "That is exactly what you said." Her voice was controlled but only just. "You're telling me the thing that destroyed my life was an accident." "I'm telling you it was not the plan…" "An accident with good intentions." She stepped back toward the centre of the room. "Do you understand what the marking looked like from where I was standing? Do you have any idea?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I was at that ceremony alone. I didn't know anyone. I didn't know you. And suddenly th

“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