Funny Markiplier Novels & Stories

Aileen said wryly. Mark laughed out loud at the sight of her getting upset over his little joke. “Wow. No need, Miss. All you have to do is say your vows of faithfulness for life, and all the bills will be paid off along with the interest. In fact, you can get a lifetime guarantee bonus to be picked up by me everywhere,” Mark said with a hilarious expression. This made Aileen laugh and forget her anger. ***

The dryness and burning sensation seemed to choke him mercilessly—without pause. On the other end, Rick’s long sigh could be heard. “Mark, please. Where are you? Do you want me to come see you?” The words were sincere. Worried. But instead of answering, Mark burst into laughter. A bitter laugh that erupted with a thousand reasons he deemed perfectly reasonable at that moment. Because it might be the only escape left for someone who had been holding back the suffocation for too long, whose world had long since collapsed in silence. More accurately, he was laughing at his own life.

Clark/Sam's pov What the hell was he thinking,our mate,says Clark. Yes Clark, I know Rilly is ours, but Mark did say it was a fake Rilly, and we both know he would never do that to us. My Rie, Clark says as he showed me visions of Rilly going down on us. Damn Clark stop doing that,I'm getting hard. Make him fill pain, just once. So he will never think about my Rie again. One time Clark, you know we love him. Always have after everything he has done for us. Fine says Clark. After I handed Mark his whiskey I watched him down it, then Clark pushed him. As Mark yelled and cursed me I simply took Mark's glass and poored two more whiskeys. Then I handed it to him and said, so what are we going to

"Because when I first started taking care of cacti, I watered them every day, and several died. The one you found is the one I had kept the longest." "Oh? How long did you keep it?" "A full 51 days!" I said proudly. We both laughed. "By the way, why did you bring this flowerpot out?" I asked. He pointed to a corner of the bottom of the flowerpot. "See? It broke here. My wolf kicked it to the ground. I searched for a long time before finding a pottery repair shop, and today, I finally got it fixed." I did not know whether to laugh or cry. "It's just a broken flowerpot. If it's broken, it's broken. Is it worth fixing?"

Phil went into a laughing fit. Mark was staring at him, something close to fury in his eyes. "Sorry, it's too funny. You're obsessed with names now? Wow." Mark moved menacingly closer, fists clenched. "Call me little Marky again and I'll rearrange your fucking teeth in front of these people." Phil's face relaxed into a slow smile. "I see you're still very much your usual thug self then. Listen it was nice of you to check on me. I'll return the favor SOON! Right now, I've got to get back to work."

Charlie was like a banana, an eggplant blew her mind. " I don't do pictures. You will have to see it for yourself", Mark said as his throat went dry, " touch yourself. Think about me filling you up" " I can't now, I am at work", Jasmine whispered. "Go to the washroom. I will video call you", Mark commanded. He was desperate to offload himself. He needed to do it now. He felt as if he had heightened testosterone levels. "Alright. Give me a few seconds", Jasmine whispered, " I am here"

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?”

Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead. So the signs had been there all along. An Alpha having his mate bond severed was a major event for any pack. Overnight, Marcus was pushed straight into the center of public scrutiny. Even his mother called him, insisting that both families sit down together to discuss the fallout from the broken bond. The atmosphere at home was stifling. Marcus's parents were visibly unhappy. My own parents were no better, hurling curses my way. They called me shameless, saying I was dead weight.

He sighed, disgustedly putting his controller down and taking a swig of Mountain Dew, "That's the third time these idiots beat us." "No, kidding, what the hell are they, professional mercenaries?" I removed my headset not caring if the clowns we were playing heard me or not. "Nah, he said they just have no lives." Mark laughed listening to them talk on his headset, "They want to know if we want to play together with them in a four on four." "Yeahh, sure." I said, "But I need to take a leak and give my eyes a couple of minutes off." "Sure, just give us a few." Mark said, then leaning back in the old car seat he had gotten at the scrap yard and used as a gaming chair. Then, he started playing

Lily shrugged, facing the others. “What's the theme for the trip?” I asked, crossing my arms. “Didn't you notice there are more single staff here?” Mark asked, curling his lips and I faced him. Mark had a somewhat gay personality. He sometimes act like a man but more like a woman, flinging his head and keeping his hand in the air. As much as it was ridiculous, it was a habit that everyone grew to understand. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to hide my curiosity.