Attack On Titan Marco Bodt Novels & Stories

“Why walk away?” Nico didn’t answer. His grip on my arm was iron. I followed his gaze—and there, at the far end of the pier, stood Marco. Not armed, not rushing. Just standing. Watching. The lamp’s broken light caught his face, unreadable as stone. “Son of a bitch,” Matteo hissed. His rifle tracked down, aimed. “Wait,” Nico snapped, grabbing the barrel, shoving it aside. Marco didn’t move. He lifted one hand, not in greeting, not in surrender, but in something between. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the dark where the Umbra had fled.

Even if the opponent had given up, Marco would pretend not to hear and kill the opponent. Therefore, under the platform, everyone hated Marco. It happened that due to a shortage of participants, the enemy he faced in the last battle was merely a Junior Guard. In the end, Marco was defeated by the Junior Guard. The Junior Guard was kind enough to ask him to leave, but unfortunately, Marco was unwilling to listen. He hopped onto the platform and wanted a rematch. During the fight, he used a hidden weapon again but was eventually killed by the Junior Guard. Marco was so arrogant that Wilbur had already guessed that he would not survive tomorrow's match. However, he did not expect that Marco wou

I squirmed, resisting the urge to twist my prosthetic for comfort. “These are Dante Rinaldi and Leo Santoro,” Marcus continued after my stiff nod. “Leo is one of the few capos left after…” he paused, afraid to trigger me. “After my father’s death,” I finished for him. “And Dante, a Made Man. He’s been appointed your personal bodyguard, subject to approval by you, if you find him worthy.” I graced each man with a glance and a nod. Neither of them approached, respecting my state of undress. But the one named Leo swept his gaze over me boldly. I stared him down.

“Found something. Northwest corner.” Roc took off before I could stop him. “Roc—!” But he was already sprinting. I chased after him, heart pounding. We turned the corner and there he was. Marco. Tied to a chair. Head hanging forward. Bruised. Bloody. Barely conscious. Roc let out a sound I’d never heard from him before, half sob, half relief, and dropped to his knees. “Marco! Hey...hey, look at me. Look at me, Solnyshko .”

I punched his arm and he stumbled. “What was that for, Capt?” Marco complained, massaging his arm. Marco is really just playful even during battles, he’s usually the reason why we end up blowing our covers and ruining the first part of the plan- to be discreet. That’s why we end up having more collateral damage than expected because of the aggressive attacks we have to make. Since we’re not hidden anymore, might as well just dash in and make ourselves welcome to the enemy.

Again, the crowd gasped at the brutality. Jett suddenly felt his vision spinning, his hand letting go of the beating heart and he fell off the man, once again getting on one knee. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness, the awful rushing of heat in his body. “The bite is taking effect. He won’t make it” The boys heard a cocky voice beside them and they reeled their heads to find Marco watching the scene with glee in his blue eyes. Feeling their eyes on him, the blond hair male turned to the little group and smirked. Ace, scoffed, showing him his middle finger and mouthing the words…

Hazel’s POV. The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin hitting skin. His large, calloused fingers gripped my breasts, squeezing possessively. Each time Marco thrust into me, it felt devastatingly deep. I tilted my head back, swallowing a moan into my dry throat as our sweat mingled in a pleasure heat. I was still on his lap when the TV screen suddenly lit up. The voice from the speakers drowned out the sound of our breathing "...Big news! Frost Titans captain, Marco Marten, has reportedly proposed to the daughter of Hundreds Rising Entertainment's owner, Cassandra Sinclaire. The wedding of the century is about to take place—"

Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes. Was this really the same man who had once looked at her with concern and another gaze, now staring at her with anger and hatred? Letta didn't know her fate. It seemed Marco would never joke about his words. Letta remained cautious as Marco tried to unbutton his shirt that wrapped around his athletic body one by one, revealing the muscles that perfectly adhered to his body, and then enclosing Letta beneath him.

I mutter, dropping onto the bench at my stall. “The mighty Logan Shaw,” Marco continues dramatically, “captain of the Titans, destroyer of defenses, allergic to feelings—” “I’m going to break your stick.” “—has been publicly claimed by one Harper Lane wearing the sacred jersey.” Corey slaps a hand over his heart. “It was beautiful.” “It was moving,” Zane adds. “I cried,” Marco says. Cole snorts. I start unlacing my skates, trying very hard not to smile because the second they see it, I’m dead.

He did not expect to meet someone like that as soon as he got back to Luton. What was his fate? Ivan sat in the passenger seat and asked, "Mr. Marwood, what about… Marco York?" "His background, please." Ivan then recited what he had found. "Marco is an Athetinian. He was the captain of the Crime Investigation Team there. He was transferred here because he offended someone. Mr. Marwood, the person that he offended was a Lloyd." Anthony's dark eyes stunned briefly. A Lloyd? "Not sure if it was Corentin Lloyd or Cory Lloyd."