Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

“Because I accidentally marked her.” Silence. It stretches so long I begin to wonder if he even heard me. But when I finally glance sideways, Adrian is frozen in place. Staring at me like I just confessed to murder. “You what?” he breathes. “You heard me,” I mutter. His mouth opens. Closes. Then he lets out a curse under his breath. “Darian. That’s… that’s bad. That’s really bad.” “I know,” I reply, voice tight. “You know?” he hisses. “That’s not something you just ‘know’ and go on with your day. You marked her? Without even knowing? How?”

Cam asks, framing the last half at me. I swallow, he’s not wrong, but I feel there is more to it. Not everything is so black and white. He shrugs at all the silence, “Look, it’s just… How I see it is, you can still argue and figure things out after you’ve marked them. Because anything can happen and having the mark can help keep things from happening. Can literally let you know if their bad, or cheating. Can help you find them when they’re missing. Can tell you if they really love you. I just think…” He stops, looking at me. “It’s better than losing them and wishing you had marked them.” He says and I purse my lips.

“He could’ve burned them off or something. Remember when you burned off your fingerprints trying to get a pan out of the oven?” I looked at his hands pointedly. Mark still had no fingerprints on that hand. “Sure, but all of them?” He asked. I scoffed again. “Maybe he decided to pull the pan out with both hands instead of dropping it on the floor. He could have been in a fire. A power tool accident. —Mark, there are so many ways to lose your fingerprints, you’re being ridiculous.” Mark grit his teeth. “Don’t be naïve just because you’re fucking him.”

Dad growls, suspicion thick in his voice. “Uh… to paint his nails?” she tries, glancing at me in panic. But I can’t save her—not from this—not when the bond hasn’t clicked into place. “Mmhmm… And what colour is he painting them?” Dad presses. Just then, Ryan steps in through the garage, his voice calm but nervous. “Alpha, it’s my fault. I’m so sorry. We were drunk… getting drunker… and I accidentally marked her. But I promise, as soon as it happened, I stopped myself. She may be marked—but she’s not mated. I would never cross that line until she’s of age.”

I said and walked into my room, I picked my cellphone up and called Micha, I was breathing in and out like a maniac, I was feeling scared and disturbed. “Are you okay Luisxer? Why are you breathing like that?” Mischa asked. “I accidentally marked Onyx.” I said. “Accidentally? What do you mean accidentally?” He asked. “I marked her months ago and she never told me till yesterday, I marked her on the day you had mistakenly given me alcohol.” I said, he gasped. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, what did she say about the mark? Is she still going to go on dating Elijah?” He asked, I took in a deep breath.

I asked as she lowered her head into her palm in shame. “I accidentally marked Christian without his consent” Fuck! I thought because that seems to be a really big problem, at the surface, people might think, oh that’s great…it’ll get you even closer but that simple action throws Caroline to square one with Christian since he’s going to avoid her now more than ever- “How on earth did you do that?” I frowned, trying to wrap my head around the information she just dropped on me.

The girl who loved beauty from a young age, he accidentally made her fall off the swing and left a small scar that many people hated for many years. Surely, Lisa's expression changed as soon as she heard the word "scar". After being stunned for two seconds, she suddenly consciously reached out her bruised arm. Unlike the faint red mark on her wrist just now, on her white and soft arm a little wear and tear, the cuticle was scratched, revealing the bright red color inside. This wound was accidentally left when something happened on the way when she returned from Z City. When he saw the wound on his arm, Mark's expression changed, he opened the medicine box and took out a cotton swab and Iodop

The file Marcus placed on the table did not look dangerous. No red stamps. No warning labels. No dramatic seals. Just a thin, time-worn folder with a date stamped twenty-three years ago and a classification code that should not have survived multiple system migrations. Nathaniel did not touch it at first. He stood by the window of his office, Virex City spread below him in geometric obedience, and listened as Marcus finished his report. “The incident was officially ruled an accident,” Marcus said. “Single-vehicle collision. Rain. Guardrail failure. Two adult fatalities. No surviving witnesses listed.”

I said. "Good." She stood, gathering her tray. Paused. Looked at me with the expression she used when she was saying the quiet part loud on purpose. "Also — the mark. Whoever made it was being very deliberate about what they were doing." She picked up her cup. "That's all I'm saying." She left before I could respond. I sat alone with the cooling coffee and the dining hall noise around me and the very specific, inconvenient problem that she was right. Deliberate was considerably more unsettling than accidental. Deliberate meant intention. Deliberate meant he'd been thinking about it.

Angelo uttered his gratitude after the gorgeous tigress had dressed the painfully bruised forehead of his. “This child, next time, please don’t just suddenly slam your head on the table. I thought I was going to have a heart attack because of what you did.” Mark’s mother said as she placed the remaining medicine inside the first aid box. “Sorry, mom. I didn’t intend to slam my head hard on the table. It was an accident.” Mark explained as he lightly scratched his right cheek because of the embarrassment he felt.