Degrassi The Next Generation Marco And Dylan Novels & Stories

"I will do everything to protect you. Just tell your Grandma and Uncle Tyler how much I love them—" Mika's voice, sharp and cutting, interrupted my words. "Too much drama!" she sneered, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light. She reached out, her hand a steel trap, and snatched Marco away from me. His cries, a desperate plea for my protection, echoed in the air, a sound that tore at my soul.

Finally, the last issue lay on the table, the one with the most weight and the most opportunity. “The trillion-dollar deal.” Marco said. His tone was different now, colder and almost calculating. “The Generals are circling and Vittorio will be in the room. Every family, every rival, every enemy will have eyes on us. One wrong move and we’re done.” Alessa straightened slightly, the ember of her cigarette flaring as she inhaled.

“They all pay for it.” Silence. Heavy. Crushing. Marco’s jaw tightens, his eyes squeezing shut for a second like he’s trying to block it out. Too late. The doubt is already there. The fear is already in. Good. I stand slowly. Give him space. Let it sink in. Declan steps closer to me, voice low. “He’ll break,” he murmurs. I don’t look at him. “I know.” Because they all do. Eventually. Marco lifts his head again, slower this time. His face is pale now, sweat mixing with blood.

Its steady ticking was the only thing grounding him in reality, assuring him he was not trapped inside the labyrinth of Leonard Virelli’s nightmares. “You’re drifting again,” Marco’s voice broke the silence. Marco stood near the window, his eyes scanning the street below. Even though they were no longer under the Virelli banner, his protective instincts had not faded. He wore a gray polo shirt, but the outline of the weapon at his waist was unmistakable to a trained eye. “Just thinking about the next chapter of my new novel, Marco,” Dante said quietly. “You’re a terrible liar, Dante. You’re thinking about Alaska.”

Nolan’s POV I found Marco in his room with the closet doors open and half a dozen suit jackets on his bed. Music played from the speaker on his nightstand. He went into an air guitar solo for a few seconds before hanging up a suit jacket that he no longer liked. “You’re in a good mood,” I said. Marco glanced back with a grin. “Preparation makes me happy, Alpha. The mating ceremony is near, and tonight will have the bonfire party and all the stuff. Which one do you think suits me well? Should I represent BloodMoon or do something else?”

“Champ?” “Long time no see,” Champ said, pulling him into a quick hug. Ryan laughed. “You guys disappeared.” “You disappeared first,” I shot back. “Fair.” We sat down and the drinks came to us. The noise swallowed us. “So,” someone said, “who’s travelling where?” “Racing school,” Aiden said proudly. “Taking over my dad’s company,” Jesse added like it was nothing. “I’m leaving the country,” Marco said and I turned to look at him. I haven’t even noticed him. Jesus, he looked so much muscular now…

The voice I would never cannot remember thunders deeply from behind and I don’t need to look to know who it is. Marco looks past those holding me and sees the one I’d like to call my hero for the moment. For the moment I say because I’m my own hero. Marco’s brow furrow in confusion as he stares at him, “Who are you, grandpa?” “Everyone’s nightmare,” he replies. This party’s officially screwed. Xoxo

Marco growled slashing again, making contact with Max making him hiss again as his blood flowed from his chest. “You can’t beat me!” Max snarls and lunges at Marco, who dodges Max’s swing and falls on his face. “How is this happening!? I am an ALPHA! NO ONE can beat me.” He yelled. “True, only an ALPHA can stand to beat you. You are so caught up in yourself that you don’t pay attention to things going on around you.” Marco said punching Max in the face. “I have been accepted and adopted by Alpha and Luna SilverMoon, making me their eldest SON.” Max slowly stood and stared at Marco. Marco chuckled as the look on Max’s face as he realized what Marco meant. Marco grinned. “Aaahhh, s

But Marco pushed his ego aside this time, he had messed up and had to fix the mess. “I was drugged that night and I couldn’t control myself.” “Why didn’t you go to the harem? Why did you go to her instead? And I’m sure as hell she put up a good fight. God why?” Grace broke down as she fell back on her chair, her hand going to tug at her hair. Dante felt a tug at his heart seeing her whimpering in her seat. Her shoulders wouldn’t stop shaking as she cried bitterly. Yeah, Marco was the jerkiest jerk in the world, no doubt.

Marco let out a low whistle. “Well…” He straightened his jacket. “…I’ve suddenly become extremely passionate about charity work.” Lila laughed loud enough for all of us to hear. “Oh, please.” “What?” “You’ve never been passionate about anything that didn’t involve your reflection.” The group erupted into laughter. Marco clutched his chest. “That was unnecessary.” “It was accurate.” “I’ve been attacked.” “You’ll survive.” “I don’t know…” He looked at us dramatically. “…tell my future children I died serving the community.”