Book Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

He pushed the folder to her, which made Mariko grin. Mariko opened the folder and frowned. Project X. Mariko saw a picture of a 4-year-old kid wearing an overall pink jumpsuit with long white sleeves underneath while holding a white bunny plush toy. She's like a living doll, with her hair tied up into two buns. Her chubby cheeks were pinkish, and her skin was as white as snow. She was smiling, which made her eyes twinkle. But in her profile, there was nothing written, only her name and her age.

With careful precision, I carefully cut away the tiny lacy fabric, revealing her to me in all its glory. With a delicate touch, I trace the sharp tip of the blade down her exposed skin, starting at the base of her neck and following the curve of her body. The metal glints in the dim light, casting an eerie shadow over her figure. She watches me nervously, her breath catching in her throat as I continue to graze the sharp edge across her skin. “Jaden,” she whispers, a hint of fear in her voice. But I know she trusts me completely. “Something wrong Pumpkin?” I ask with a sly grin, pressing the blade against my mate mark on her skin. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, white-hot heat radiating from

Barefoot, sitting at the beautiful kitchen table that Colton sanded and stained himself- because of course he did, drinking lukewarm tea I forgot about an hour ago, scrolling through an article titled “Five Signs You’re Ready for the Mate Mark.” Apparently, one of the signs is when you think about it every morning and every night. Which I do. Reluctantly. With wonder. And fear. Mostly fear. My cursor hovers over a photo of a smiling bride, her mark glowing faintly on her collarbone, a delicate crescent moon just peeking from under the lace strap of her dress. Her mate stands beside her, looking like he could tear the world apart with his bare hands—but in her presence, he softens. Glows. Lik

he whispered impatiently, I chuckled and kissed him back, then grazed my fangs on the special spot, then began to bite him and mark him as mine. It made him groan and squeezed my waist, but it also gave both of us pleasure. He leaned his head in the crook of my neck and let out a quiet moan, then I continued to lick the blood off of the wound, then a moment later, it healed and left a scar. Two crescent moon images. Oh, so that's what a marking looked like. When I was a child, I thought mark was just simply a wound scar.

Rubbing against the one spot inside me that had my orgasm on the verge of collapsing. "Shit. Let us mark you, Kiara. Let us show the world who you are to us. Who their luna queen is." Jayden said. "Will you let us mark you, sweetheart? We want the world to know who you are to us." Kayden said. "Yes! Yes! Mark me, please. Please." I moaned. I felt both my mates lower into my neck. Their nose skimmed the area until they found their spots and licked and nibbled, making the skin tender. At the last second, their razor-sharp canines pierced my skin, bone-deep, marking me.

“Caroline?” “He…needs to mark you, Aurora,” Caroline hesitated, before answering truthfully. “He needs to mark you as his mate, so his wolf will be at peace and the connection between the two of you will be secure.” “And how does he do this?” I ask. “Mark me, that is.” “He needs to bite you.” “Excuse me?” Bite me? Did I…was I hearing things or did Caroline just say that Caleb needs to ‘bite’ me so he could get rid of his…Rut? What the hell?

A small, distinct groove along the edge of the pages caught my eye. It was a child’s bite mark. My pulse roared in my ears as I turned to Caius. “This is mine. You see the bite mark? I did that!” Caius peered down at it, then raised an eyebrow. “So, you were a feral child.” I shot him a glare, but my grip tightened on the book. Carefully, I flipped through the pages. My gut was screaming something fierce right now, and I couldn’t ignore it. This book was here for a damn reason. It had to be.

After waiting impatiently for about thirty minutes, he finally handed the book to me and Nelson came to my side to take a look at the masterpiece his Alpha had drawn. " This is your Maya? " I asked, my eyes brimming with tears and he gave me a nod, pushing out his chest with boldness and I took a look at the picture again. It was a drawing of a doll's head. It had a bug face and eyes, the perfect picture of a doll. But the only thing that stood out was the fact that she had a slash mark on her left cheek, just like me. " What is this slash mark? " I asked, pointing to the draw and he tilted his head, biting his lower lip before shrugging.

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

She then surprises me as she breaks our kiss and then trails kisses down my neck, I hiss as she gets to where her mark should be. Working with our bodies I increase my thrusts as she sucks harder and harder, this adds to my pleasure and as it increases I lengthen one of my claws and slide it under her lips making a small cut and allowing her to take in some of my blood completing the blood bond and the marking between us.