Curse Mark Anko Novels & Stories

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

A child is born marked by a cursed It arrival is to redeem the cursed The cursed will be redeem and it lost glory will be restored, By one single decision of the marked child. The wrong decision shall result to war The right decision shall bring peace to the land." "Everyone knows the marked child is you, the cursed is the exile alpha and his lost glory is this pack and his position as king over the other packs. Any decision that you will make either determines the stands of the pack and also the fall of the pack. Since you have already been marked everyone in the pack is wary of you, I had no option but to send you, your mother and brother, to the state to keep you away from prying eyes tha

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

He asked excited “We'll eat, drink and have a good time.” “Okay.” I sighed hiding my enthusiasm “But you pay all of what I want.” “You can order lobster with caviar and Cristal to drink.” “This doesn't solve anything between us, Mark.” “I know.” He answered, and we didn’t talk about it again, as we began to walk towards the Fifth Avenue, surrounded by festive and drunk people eating pizza and cannolis.

While Renji was shocked because despite that konohamaru was putting on a hoodie, the graze he was looking for on Akane was now on him, the graze was showing vividly on his shoulders, at the exact spot where he knew it happened. "What is going on" he murmured after jolting out of his delirium, there was absolutely no way that this would be a coincidence, right? He assumed trying to fix all these pieces in his head. Akane then scoffed and smile," I've got you now" she whispered

Mark filled- his wife’s teacup again. “This tea is called chamomile tea. I specially brewed this one so that you won’t get wrinkles- from thinking about the kiss we shared earlier.” Mark decided to sip his tea- while secretly laughing at his wife’s facial expression- which slowly became as red as a hot chili. “You!” Angelo yelled as he unexpectedly spits the chamomile tea- that he was drinking because of the perverted bastard’s unrestrained mouth. “Why are you always reminding me about that curse kiss that we had. I had already forgotten about that disgusting kiss we shared earlier. I don’t want to remember it; if I had the means- then I would immediately remove from my memory that d*mn kiss

“I’ve given Mary and Henry one each. I kept this for you… Never mind, if you don’t want it, I’ll have it for dinner.” Mark closed his eyes and said through gritted teeth, “Give it to me!” Delighted, Arianne scooped up a small piece and fed it to him. Mark’s reluctance was painted all over his face. God knew how he managed to open his mouth. The moment he ate it, an incredibly odd taste exploded in his mouth and assaulted his taste buds. His expression grew complex as well. After he swallowed what he was fed, he was greeted with the eager expression on Arianne’s face. He remained silent for a long while before he finally asked, “You… You put chili in your dessert?”

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

She wails comically. 'Cute' Mark can't help but think as he stares at her pouting lips and large doe eyes. Mark chuckles and moves closer, his chest feeling warm. He dips the spoon into the bowl of congee, a kind of Chinese porridge made with rice and chicken broth, a dish he had brought specially for her, and brings it to her lips. Leia obediently takes a bite, not minding the heat. She moans at the taste of the congee, her eyes nearly closing from Bliss.

Cocking her brow Sophia turned and felt a slight pinch. "Tada, this was embedded in your spine," Atlas mumbled sourly, holding up what looked like an acupuncture needle. "That was in me!" Sophia gasped. She watched Atlas crush the object into dust. "You are safe for now, miss transporter," Atlas teased. Rolling her eyes skyward, Sophia told him she didn't feel anyone insert it. "Why is a needle called a demon mark?" She asked curiously. "It is a demon mark for death and you were tagged like an animal to be taken to slaughter. Not all marks are made by the teeth," he mumbled with a shudder.