Ff Mark Novels & Stories

Jeff is the housekeeper of my family, we had been driving for about 4 hours. "No worries Jeff, I just...considering how to face my family." I sighed, forcing myself to give a little smile. "Your uncle will be warmly welcome you, Miss Natalie." Jeff looks in the mirror. "They are waiting for you. I've told him we will be there soon." "That's nice, but...I just don't know how to act. Since I've already flown away from the pack for 4 years."

Frank snickered as he traced Carl's cheekbone using the pointed metal rod. "Did you know that there are certain pressure points in your face that can cause instant death?" Fran hissed. Carl was breathing heavily. Droplets of sweat trickled down his cheek as he gaped at the feared Mafia Don. He knew Frank showed no mercy to those who went against him. He just never thought that agreeing to help Todd would put him in this mess. He opened and closed his mouth, yet no words formed. His tongue refused to cooperate and his throat felt as though it was as dry as the desert.

I warned in a low tone. He remained silent. "What's going to be your answer?" He shook his head negatively. "I'm sorry Alpha Lain but I won't compromise my morals just to please you." I glared at him and left his office. It felt like everyone was turning against me. Freya Allan has only been here for a day and she's already managed to get a lot of people on her side. How ironic. The same people who were on the sidelines watching me kick her out of the pack ten years ago are now supporting her.

I have known this bitch for most of her life and never once has she read a book in the open on a fucking bench like something from the 1900s. I am sitting on the porch of Fran and my cabin, coffee in one hand and my son, Xzaviar in the other while Fran makes us lunch. I smile to myself when I tell him he is just born and on his first mission, he yawns and I laugh, totally agree she is fucking boring.

"You've never made me feel the way food does." Connor smirked, leaning in every so slightly. "You've never had me in your mouth, babe." I slapped him, not too hard, but enough for him to get the point. "Too much?" I laughed while nodding my head. "Not only was it disgusting, it was also cringe-worthy." He shook his head, "Sorry, I'm working on it." **** At the time we normally have our free period at the end of the day, there was the homecoming pep rally going on.

I said matter of fact. Her eyes narrowed into the slit. May stare at me as if she intended to throttle me. I knew I had hit her nerve but I didn't care at that moment. "What kind of shameless person you are. Do you not have any morals," She spat incredulously. "You had no problem sleeping with my husband. so, you must be the last person who should talk about morals," If she thinks she can shut me up then she is wrong. May started at me with a dumbfounded expression. She seemed speechless for a few seconds. keypoint for a few seconds.

Frederick suck noisily on the straw of the milkshake drink we got. With a loud bang on the table, which attract the attention of other customers to our table. Wilson tries to stop the noise Frederick is making with the straw, Who turned blind eyes to irritation on Wilson face and deaf ears to the loud bang on the table. Reaching his hand to the cup with Frederick, Wilson took it and smashed the remaining milkshake on the floor. Gasps from other tables filled the cafe, I try not to growl at them as their constant stares start to get me agitated. A waiter comes quickly to clean up the mess made by Wilson while another came with another milkshake to give to Frederick.

Michael called as he was leaving, "I checked the schedule already, they stuck us on the truck at Bay 6." "M'kay!" Rayan replied. Jack didn't say a word. -------------------- "Doef it efer bofer you dat runch if at foua inna mornin?" "Mick, please, don't talk with your mouth full." "Thaf's wha he shaid" Rayan punched his coworker lightly in the arm. "Dude, get your mind out of the gutter."

He looked me up and down, as if trying to confirm whether I had lost my mind. "Violet, are you sure?" His lips parted slightly, his voice carrying a lazy, magnetic quality. I gave a small smile and said with a firm voice, "My instinct tells me you're the one." In the corner, Callum's face turned deathly pale. He looked like he might collapse at any moment. Drake smiled with brilliant arrogance and placed his hand in my palm.

By the time Mr Ron returned, I had wiped my tears and was nearly done consuming my breakfast. He frowned at my pace, but placed the white pair of flip flops beside my feet nonetheless. "Here they are." He said, I placed my cutlery on my plate and wiped my mouth with a napkin. I turned to him, the moment I had put the flip flops on.