Anissa And Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Good morning, Ana - Marcos as always emanated good humor. "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. Ana couldn't deny that seeing Marcos was like a drop in the ocean for her eyes since he was very handsome. " Do me a favor, don't call me Mr. Mark, it makes me feel old," he laughed. " Force of habit. Marcos had what every woman would like to find in a man. Beauty, charisma, he was successful, but since not everything is perfect Marcos had a defect, and this defect was his love for women. In other words, a true womanizer.

I woke up with a start and sat upright, startled by the loud and angry voice that filled the room. As my gaze met Markus's furious eyes, I felt a wave of adrenaline rushing through my veins. "So, you managed to slip away," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "But don't think for a moment that you can outsmart me, Anisha." I held his gaze, my own eyes filled with defiance. I refused to cower under his intimidating presence. "I am not one to be controlled or manipulated, Markus. I will always find a way to fight back."

Hazel smiled bitterly “Zeus calm down, I'm not interested in fighting with you. Just tell Anya to stay away from me. With that, Hazel entered her room. **************** What game are you playing, Anya? Mark asked coldly as he dragged her to the garden. Anya rubbed her hand and responded “What are you talking about? Mark responded “Zeus is too blind to see your true self, but I can see through your lies. Stay away from his wife Anya. Anya laughed before replying “Look at you fighting for her, why don't you marry her instead? “I do not care about what you think but the marriage has happened and you need to accept the reality woman! Mark responded. Anya's face turned serious “Over my dead body.

“Please. Where is she?” Mark looked up slowly. His face was pale, drawn. “She’s... with someone. A man.” Alissa recoiled. “What?” “It’s complicated,” he said, voice shaking. “We owed money. We were desperate. Vanessa made the arrangements. I—I didn’t know how bad it would be.” Vanessa’s eyes blazed. “Don’t you dare put this on me.” “You sold her,” Alissa whispered, horror dawning on her face. “You gave her away to pay a debt?”

Bethel rushed out,feeling really better he is going to release her. Mark took a thorough look at her...her body, and since her hands were tied,he moved closer to her and spank her fat ass,he loved the feel of it, the way it bounce back on the surface of his palm. Bethel screamed at him,she never knew he had more plans for her. Mark came full in erection at the mere touch of her ass but Anna didn't say he can have her,if not he would sheath himself in her clit. "I will let you go if only you follow me to the club,have drinks with me,dance with me and take pictures with me. Do you agree?" Mark asked.

He finally interjected during a quieter moment, nodding towards Vanessa. "Jesus, yeah. How rude of me." I turned to Vanessa, momentarily pulling her out of her own conversation, "Let me introduce you to Mark babe. He's in town as a PM, works hospitality construction similar to my line." Vanessa smiled wide, clearly somewhat loose from the copious amount of wine we had both been drinking. "Hi there!" She extended her hand, and that's when I noticed how large Marks were. Her delicate hand was engulfed by his palm as they shook in greeting. I couldn't help but notice that my wife's immense cleavage was on full display as well, and I saw Mark steal a reactionary glance. It was more than understa

Fabian passed me in what looked like a pendrive. I was grateful that my man was able to get something. Alessia excused herself as the doctor came out and assured us that Mark will be fine. I waited until Alessia was done with the call. I don't want any harm coming to her under my watch. Once done, both of us walked inside and I stopped at the edge of the bed. Mark was unconscious and has many scars on his face. He looked deep in sleep. “We are glad he came out well” Alpha Trevor started from beside me.

He crouched in front of her, bringing himself to her level. “You always run out of time,” he replied. She looked past him— straight at me. “Liana,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “Listen to me. Whatever happens, you must never let them tell you what you are. The Mark doesn’t own you. He doesn’t own you. No one—” The gunshot was close this time. My scream tore my throat raw. Her body collapsed forward, hitting the stone floor with a dull sound that echoed far too loudly.

Damian replied, his desire to mark Elara again until his teeth left their imprint on her skin. "Among their kind, lycans and werewolves alike, the most profound mark signifies the unbreakable bond between mates. It also serves as a warning to any other he-wolf that Elara is claimed, the profound mark a symbol of his devotion to his fated mate. "Elara, I want to deepen my mark on you, as if I could bite into your very soul to ensure no one else dares to claim you," Damian replied, flushing Elara's cheeks with embarrassment.

I didn't know whether to be impressed by her ironclad dedication or annoyed by her cowardice in refusing to bring it to me herself. I screwed the cap back on, slid the vial into my pocket, and locked eyes with Mark. "Why the hell are you so quiet all of a sudden?" I asked, raising a brow. "My sister... she’s the reason they’re here," Mark murmured softly. So softly I almost missed it over the sound of the wind outside. I took a slow, menacing step toward him, my chest tightening. "What the fuck did you just say?" "I kept this from you because we weren't entirely sure yet," Mark confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "But one of the surviving attackers from the first wave mentioned somethin