Degrassi The Next Generation Marco And Dylan Novels & Stories

Marco showed up the next afternoon with his father, his backpack stuffed with homework and new drawings. "I brought the next chapter of Verde's story," Marco announced, pulling out a notebook covered in dragon sketches. "Want to hear it?" "Obviously," Giuliana said, patting the bed beside her. I left them there, Marco reading in that serious voice kids use when they're trying to sound grown-up, Giuliana laughing at all the right parts. Alessandro caught my eye and smiled, and I smiled back even though it felt like my face might crack from the effort. Downstairs, I found Matteo in his office, surrounded by paperwork he wasn't reading.

Jax: What he said Gage: damn cockblocks Maci: cue eyeroll🙄😆 Dylan: LMFAO TATQUEEN: 😂😂😂😂😂😂 TRAVIS: Ya'll are too much 😂😂😂 LINA: CONGRATS GIRL!!! ARI: WOOOOHOOOO!!! CHASE: WAY TO KNOCK HER UP BRO!! TOMMY: I FEEL LIKE IF I ROLL MY EYES ANYMORE THEY'LL GET STUCK WYATT: DON'T WORRY WILL AND I WILL KNOCK EM BACK FOR YOU CASS: DAMN IDIOTS

"I'm so sorry you are in such a dilemma. At least she could have told you that she would be ditching you girls rather than leaving you to face this kind of shame. I suggest you quickly go and whisper to the organizers that you want to cancel , if not they will call you guys out and what will happen then if you are unable to perform?" Bella was trying her best to mock them in a false kind of care. It was really very painful for both Juliet and Grace. "Then they will be disqualified," Mia answered. "Huh?" Bella got a bit confused. "You asked a question, I answered it, you are welcome" Mia pointed her index fingers upwards and bent it towards herself.

“He said it just like that. He doesn’t care what I want. He wants the family to look stable before he’s gone, and he figures a wedding’s how you do that.” Marco took a few seconds to process. Damian watched him shift into that efficient, get-things-done mode that made him good at his job. “We need a list,” Marco said, voice steady. “Candidates. Families we want close, omegas the right age, nothing too messy.” He opened his tablet and headed for the door. “I’ll have something for you by tomorrow morning.” “Marco.” “Sir?”

“Want me to flag it?” “Yeah. And the backdrop is crooked on the right side… can someone straighten that? Danny, can you fix the white?” Danny, the set guy, gave a quick nod and moved to tug the seamless into place. Liora turned toward the stylist. “Priya, can you check Finn’s hair? It’s falling into his eyes a little too much… it's distracting” Priya hurried over with a comb and a light mist of product, gently sweeping the strands back while Finn stayed perfectly still.

I wanted him more than I wanted the strategy. Marco sighed, a sound of profound disappointment. "No matter what you were thinking, it was going to blow up in your face sooner or later. He’s a professional. He feels like a good person, sure, but if there’s a choice to be made..." Marco stepped closer, leaning down into my space. "If it comes down to it…Dante if you have to choose between the Giordano Empire, the lives of all of us back at the mansion, and that boy in the ICU... who do you pick?"

The thing about Elysium was that it never stopped surprising me. Just when I thought I had a grasp on the array of experiences offered—from workshops on negotiation to simple scenes of restraint—a new event would appear on the calendar, a new facet of the community to be discovered. One evening, as I was debating whether to even go out, Marco texted me: Feathers and flames tonight. Trust me. You need to see this. His tone was one of conspiratorial excitement, and I knew better than to ignore it.

"What's that supposed to mean? Vanessa... when he says 'wife,' is he talking about you?" I opened my mouth, but Marco beat me to it. "That's right. Vanessa and I are legally married." He pulled out our marriage certificate like a mic drop. "Don't forget—I'm a Morello too. The curse hits me just the same." Beatrice went ghost-white. Her eyes flared. "Marco, you're a year younger than Dario. You still have time to find another girl with the fertility gene. But Dario won't make it through the night.

But in this very moment, I finally see a glimpse of his inner world, only for a single second, his eyes highlighting his uncertainty and hesitation, for there is no way to get to me without risking my life. “Then hurt me instead,” my eyes widen upon hearing Marco’s words. “It’s me you want isn’t it, not her.” Caspian clearly debates this offer for a minute, his eyes flickering between me and my husband. It’s like he’s almost teasing Marco, making him wait as he weighs up the offer as if it’s a difficult decision. Finally, he jerks his head in a signal to Dylan. “Tie him up.” The Alpha doesn’t remove his hold, but only watches with me as his Beta grabs one of the metal chairs, dragging it bit

I open up a mind link to my guards, “Hey guys, if you need me, I’m in Delilah’s room. She fell asleep, but she’s feeling a little homesick. She really misses James. I want to make sure I’m here if she wakes up upset.” “No problem, Kas,” Marco replies, “I just spoke to Musu. She's really missing me too. Being away from her right now is kinda killin’ me.” “Don’t worry, Marco,” Tyree chimes in, “This is the last trip until your pups are born.” “Yeah, I know,” Marco replies, “Good night Kas. Let us know if you need us.” “Will do. Good night guys,” I feel myself smiling, knowing Bronx will be here tomorrow evening.