Ff Mark Novels & Stories

MATEO When I wake up, Kieran’s gone. I don’t think much of it – today we have a match against our rival school, Milton High. It’s the first one of the season too, so the pressure’s on, especially for Kieran. He’s our star striker, whereas I’m only a defender. He may be barely 5’4”, but he’s the fastest player on our team. If anything, his height is an advantage, as most opposing players don’t think much of him until he’s quite literally stealing the ball from your feet. He’s fearless like that – utterly unafraid of collisions since most people will back off at the sight of him flying at them.

Marco charged out of the office, not even bothering to ask if she needed his help-or anyone else's-with this. Fuckity. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was bad. Epic bad.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

They arrived shortly, he bid her adieu cos she didn't bid him, she was in a hurry so she just waved. "You're late Miss Malik." Mr Thomas says in his British accent. "I'm sorry Mr. T, I got carried away" she apologized walking further into the classroom whilst their English teacher has continued his lectures. She waved at Makiyyah before sitting next to Afnaan who's the only one in their squad apart from Makiyyah in her English class. The class was dead silent till Fareeda, the one and only queen bee crabbed as usual - "Excuse sir, this chair is uncomfortable." she stifles but Mr. Thomas knows better than to listen to her.

“Like she’d go for a guy like you. You’re worthless.” I looked to my side and found Jarred looking down. He looked defeated. Oh hell no. Nobody talks to my friends that way, nobody. Who did this ‘Damon’ guy think he was? A growl erupted from my chest and everyone snapped their heads at me. I didn’t care, I was mad. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I asked, standing up and facing Damon. The whole cafeteria went dead silent. Anger surged through out my whole body reaching my fingertips.

“Chloe would never do something like that. I can prove she wasn’t the one driving the car.” “I believe in Chloe, too. I won’t let her get hurt again.” System: [Host, both Casey and Finn’s affection level for you has reached 90%. Are you sure you don’t want to restart the mission?] “No. Are the remaining points enough to exchange for all the truth-revealing videos?” After receiving confirmation from the System, I immediately exchanged my points for the videos.

But the moment he saw the contents, the blood drained from his face, and his hand began to shake violently. It was a notice from the pack administration office confirming that my mate bond with him had been severed, along with the approval of my departure from the pack.

I didn't care about anything anymore. Marcus Bennett had been my friend for fifteen years. Fifteen years. We had met in college, drunk and stupid and convinced we were going to conquer the world together. He was the best man at my damn wedding. He had stood beside me while I said vows to Clara that I never meant, and he had never said a word, never judged me, never looked at me with anything but that same easy smile he had worn since we were twenty years old. And now he was gone. Fuck.

"I should have hit him harder. I will next time." "I'm impressed," I said. "I'm impressive," Nox replied with a grin. "No, I'm impressed that Mr. Owen got the restraining order filed. I can't believe a judge actually signed something against the great Alton Fitzgerald."

Jean rewound the footage and it showed a tall man in a baseball hat, shades and face mask enter hurriedly. “I don't recognize him.” Jo admitted. “Me too. Jean can you run facial recognition?” Ash asked. “If you think I can run a facial recognition with how grainy this footage is and how covered his face is, then you probably watch too many TV shows for your own good.” Jean proclaimed. Minutes later, the footage showed a gangster and his thugs walk up the stairs with swagger and duffel bags. “J-Cane.” Ash and Jo said simultaneously. “You know him?” Jean asked.