Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

I lifted tear-drenched brown eyes to Lisa’s face, and the other woman frowned, her expression thoughtful. “It was an accident. Mark and I hadn’t been dating for long—barely a month since the day he first walked into my bookshop—but we were serious enough that he was talking about introducing me to his cousin Alex, although he never mentioned you.” “One night Mark called me to cancel one of our dates because his cousin had been in an accident. It was pretty bad. I met Alex a few weeks later while he was still recovering in the hospital. Mark and I married about four months after the accident, when Alex was well enough to attend. If I hadn’t been two months pregnant at the time, we would have

“Oh my gosh, Cecil, that’s adorable! It really does look like a little ink splatter like I heard. How did you even notice that?” The little black ink splatter was the pack mark that appeared on newborn children, a unique and fleeting symbol of their early days. It looked like a delicate splash of ink behind Camden’s ear, marking him as part of the berrywoods pack. This mark was something all newborns in their pack received, a small but significant identifier that linked them to their heritage.

Mine was the same bruised colour as a love bite, though it appeared as two parallel lines, at an angle across my marking spot, one a little above the other. Samyak’s matched mine, and I began to notice that every mated pair’s marks did, in fact, match. I also found myself wondering if Ace still had his mark, or if it had faded over time. I’d never noticed it before, but I’d also never looked; not consciously, anyway. I ran my fingers lightly over my mark, and I felt a tingle shoot through it. Hey, came Samyak’s voice through the mate link. I felt that shiver. In my mark.

Well thank goodness I stared at my reflection in the elevator walls. I noticed a hickey on my neck. Hickeys actually Shit I muttered leaning closely to the wall "how didn't I notice them before?" Great Just great. "Perfect" I groaned softly, rubbing my fingers over the faint marks, as some memories flashed through my mind I mean yeah the sec was good but it's best to not get involved with some guy right now. The elevator doors dinged, snapping me out of my thoughts.

However, it was an urgent email from the marketing firm, proposing some last-minute changes to the terms of the partnership. "Excuse me, everyone," I interjected, my tone calm but urgent. "I need a moment to address an email regarding the partnership terms. Please carry on while I attend to this." As I furiously typed out a response, ensuring clarity and prudence in my words, the discussion in the room continued. The executives debated the potential adjustments needed to accommodate the proposed changes. Finally, as I hit send and returned my attention to the meeting, I noticed a heated debate had erupted among the executives regarding the adjustments. It was crucial to strike a balance betw

My vision became blurry—I felt like I was going to cry. Just then, the lock on the door clattered. I got up to see what was happening when I ran into Mason, who turned the corner with a bouquet of roses. He looked flustered as he hurriedly hid the flowers behind him. Then, looking a little upset, he said, "I'm sorry for waking you up, angel. I wanted to give you a surprise." I cocked my head and smiled at him while glancing at the flowers. The bouquet was so huge that he couldn't even hide it.

Bays nod to affirm he's okay and turn back to Yasmin only to see her dress stained instead. "What happened?" He asked wondering how that happened in the space of few seconds which he had lost his concentration One of the ladies who was drunk mistakenly trip and the cake in her hands has fling away right at Yasmin, leaving a little creamy stain on the left chest of her dress. He look back at Alex who has a little smirk on his lips taking a sip of the drink "I will just go clean it up" Yasmin told him and walk away before he has the chance to respond.

“We don’t have time for that. It took me 40 minutes to put it on.” I peeked out into the hallway. By some crazy chance, there was no one in sight. “OK. I’ll go first to make sure the road is clear. Stay close.” ‘This is a bad idea!’ I yelled at myself internally. Why was I doing this? “Oh, wait, just a sec! I have to leave a note or something.” She was shuffling through the drawers of a table in the corner. “Yeah. I don’t want to be accused of kidnapping.” I mumbled, still peeking through the door.

It unfortunate. The store is surprisely full of people this morning, she have to try to avoid them, she does not know what the crowd are so excited about and she doesn't care, it reminds her of her mistake and she does not want it to be repeated again. Instead of taking the front door, she pass through the back door which is met for emergency exit but is mostly open all the time.

The two words landed heavy in the room. "What do you mean you lied?" "The marriage was never truly accidental." His voice stayed low, careful, like the confession cost him something physical to say out loud. "Not entirely. I knew what I was doing when I followed you across that street to the chapel." "You're saying you planned this?" "Not planned." He shook his head. "But I wasn't as drunk as I let you believe. I knew exactly what marrying a stranger meant, legally, permanently, and some part of me wanted it anyway. Wanted you anyway."