Ff Mark Novels & Stories

He kept whispering apologies into my ear, over and over again. I shook my head and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Josh, I found you. You have to keep your promise. Even if we didn't save up a hundred thousand, I'll still marry you. And those marks you left… Did you forget already?" Right in front of Josh, Donald did not hide anything. "My marks. Of course, I remember." At that moment, his eyes held only me. The second Donald admitted it, Josh stumbled back. He collapsed into a chair.

Made her believe her life started with him. She listened. Crying. The corruption fought—I could see it in her eyes. The way she flinched. The way pain flashed across her face every time I spoke truth. But she pushed through it. Held onto the photograph. Held onto what was real. "The mark." She touched her shoulder. Where my bite was. Faint but there. "In the accident. You—you marked me." "Yes. I'm sorry. I should have asked. Should have explained. But I was desperate. The mark—it's a mate mark. It creates a connection. A crack in the corruption. It's why you've been having dreams. Why the bond has been reaching you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but what harm is there in admiring God's delibrate creation? Meanwhile, Matoe's friend couldn't get a grip of himself when he saw me... Apparently, my class isn't that low as you presume." "You mean Ortega? I have never seen Ortega wear a delibrate smile, let alone hit on a lady... Are you sure?" "Of cause I am sure, okay...what do you call this?" Rave stood demonstrating the exact same thing that Ortega had done while she was inside Matoe's office, bitting the tips of her lips at the end of the session while both friends bursted in a boisterous laughter even though they had tried so hard to keep it in, it was pointless, because their voices still caught Matoe's attenti

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

Reid dropped to his knees beside the corpse, fingers brushing the man’s throat. “He’s dead,” he said grimly. “F**k,” Juno breathed. “We need to inform the Alpha. Right now.” Reid’s eyes narrowed. He leaned in closer, pulling back the collar to examine the wound. “F**king bloodsuckers,” he growled. “They did this.” Juno hesitated. “Are you sure?” “Look at his neck.” Reid pointed. “Those are vampire marks. Fang marks.” But Juno’s gaze travelled lower—her brows furrowed.

Minus asked. “Nope, can’t do it. Big Frank’s even older than me, has two bum knees. In truth, he hasn’t been able to ride for six months. We’ve been letting him slide, but the staff can’t go to him. So, with me kickin’ the fuckin’ bucket, it’s a good time for both of us to retire.” “And not ride off into the sunset,” Warthog added, to an approving nod from Cutter. “Cricket and I could’ve heard about all of this along with the others when you make your big speech or whatever,” Minus said. “Or better yet, we could have heard about it through the grapevine and spared the travel expense, so why the private pow-wow?”

Might be part flamethrower now. Marcy: WHAT THE HELL. Are you texting me from a hospital? Me: Wolf estate. Long story. He caught me. Marcy: Who? Me: The Alpha. Link. Marcy: You say that like I know more than one Alpha. ARE YOU OKAY? Me: He hasn’t left my side. He looks like he fought a war. Marcy: Sounds hot. Me: It is. Marcy: Girl... you’re falling. Me: Already fallen. Just trying not to crash.

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.