Novel & Cerita Connor X Markus

I turned to see Connor sitting on the chair in the corner of my room watching me and he said, "I am not rejecting you and I won't accept your rejection, so put that out your pretty little head, mate." Connor got up and walked over to me, he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a necklace around his neck showing he was T.J.'s Gamma. He wore black jeans and boots, had the club ring on his hand and a tattoo on his neck, and was blonde with blue eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was around 6'0 feet with a muscular build but not buffed muscular, his scent was of wood and rain, like in the forest. He looked into my eyes and said, "So, what's it going to be, mate," and I backed away, his gaze

His thumb moved gently over her shoulder, brushing her skin with unconscious affection. He turned his head slightly to look at her. She was beautiful—exquisite in the soft light. Her dark lashes fanned over flushed cheeks, her lips swollen from the kisses they had shared, her expression tired yet peaceful. And still, she was his now. Finally. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “You okay?” he asked, his voice a murmur near her ear. Serena’s eyes fluttered open. Her body ached, and a faint sting throbbed at the point where his mark now lived on her shoulder—the sign of a bond made eternal. She knew he could sense her discomfort. Of course, he could.

He immediately took a couple of steps and abruptly pulled her upright while holding her hair, "You have no right to question me like that! You don't own me nor my life! I can do whatever I want to do, and me? Accepting you as my Luna? As far as I can remember, I made it clear to you before you fucking ruin my life, you will never be one, not in a lifetime!" "You're already married, Duke! We had already been united with the scared blood of the Holy moon goddess!" Aisha shouted in response that made him rage. "Shut up, bitch!" He shouted and slapped his wife, "We’re married, huh?! Do you think you can change it overnight?! Nothing will ever change, Aisha, I'm still Duke Collin and you are Aish

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

Bella’s chest tightened painfully at those words… Theo terrified? That alone meant something had gone horribly wrong. “He asked questions,” Marcus continued. “He wanted passage out before sunrise.” “Out of the city?” Eleanor asked. “Yes,” he replied. Bella stared at him. “Did you help him?” Marcus looked toward her calmly. “No.” Relief and disappointment hit her at the same time. “But someone else did.” The thunder outside cracked violently. Eleanor’s voice lowered. “Who?” Marcus walked toward the window slowly. “A man called Viktor.”

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Vampire years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face. So after his elegant entrance, I can see by his relaxed calmness that every single Ripper has met their fate. Still captivated by this god of a man, my beloved whispers under very shaky breaths. "Who are you?" After being satisfied that he is still very much a charm around the ladies, he hands Anastasia over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack." "You are a bunch of muts?" "Ha! I see that my dear Sebastian still likes to refer to our kind as a bunch of muts."

Her strong French accent is clearly audible. "Hi Catharina, I'm fine. And no, look at you. You're gorgeous." I reciprocate by hugging. Catharina Zulueta. She is a very kind lady. When I used to come here to go on missions with, you know, she cared for me like her real daughter she never had and served as my other mother. This place felt like home to me. She is Conrad's sister, yet she raises Connor as if she were his own mother.