Funny Markiplier Novels & Stories

And there, Mark was the first one to laugh because of what Top said. And he seemed to be confused with our reaction but we're kind of expecting what he just said. Even Mark and Cole had a bet about it and the reason why Mark is laughing is because he won a hundred bucks bet. "You lost, Cole." Mark said while grinning from ear to ear and Kokliang had no choice but to give him the money. "Aow, did you just seriously made a bet for me?" Top said and the youngest snapped at him. "Can't you just let Maze leave early as he please, Top? You're so predictable when it comes to your best guy." Cole said as he shook his head while Troy, Mark and I laughed at his loss.

Faelon growled roughly and Atlas proceeded to ask where he had gotten the pills. "I got them off some fucked up bitch with one eye by the market," Travis laughed and Faelon reached out and started squeezing the spirit's neck. Surprisingly he was actually choking the bastard and enjoying it. His blue hellfire crackled through the spirit. Travis Hamilton disintegrated into a gooey mess in Faelon's grip and Atlas exhaled deeply.

I commented with a frown. “Well you see, my sugar cube and I have talked, and well...” “Wait, wait.” I laughed out loud “You call that woman you sugar cube? Rather it will be your African red ant... or Chucky’s bride or something like that.” “That’s rude, Mark. This is about my girlfriend and I love her the way she is.” “You're right.” I said, noticing his seriousness “I'm sorry...” I jumped on the chair when I noticed a hand on my right thigh and close to my dick.

(Commander Barika) “.……..Really?…..well…that is unfortunate…Hehe..”.(Old Mark) They both sounded like they were lamenting a bad fortune, but clearly both of them were loving it, as both of them were smiling ear to ear right now.

he cursed, snapping upright on the bed. He was a man in his early thirties, short and stocky, with a lecherous face and a height barely over 165 cm. According to the records, his name was Gregory Markle, 31 years old—but pre-apocalypse occupation? Unknown. It didn't matter. Shock and fear crossed his face, but within five seconds, they gave way to a twisted, gleeful expression. He laughed, and as he clenched his fists, thousands—maybe tens of thousands—of metal needles erupted from his body, each over a foot long.

I touched the mark on my neck,still a little dazed. Back when I thought my mate would only ever be Andrew,I never could have imagined being marked by someone else. Last night,after Austin's relentless persuasion,I'd agreed to let him mark me—so he'd have something to show his family. Austin studied the mark on my neck. "Let's go see my parents together.Otherwise my mom will keep thinking I'm making it all up." This marking felt strangely unreal. Three years ago,there'd been a grand wedding—all the ceremony and none of the substance.No mark.All of it had been a performance for an audience,a facade of happiness.

I nod he kisses my head and walks over to his friends smacking Collens head who was stuffing his face with chips. I just finished making the meatballs and frying and made the sauce when Mark walked over “whatever you making smells good, do you need help?” I nod “Can you cut the rolls?’ he agrees while Alex watches us from the living room. “I’m sorry.. about..” Mark tries and I shake my head “it’s okay… happened to me once..” I say and he nods red faced. I start grating the cheese “Do you want to hear a joke?” Mark asks after he finishes cutting the rolls making the entire living groan . “sure…” I say as Mark smiles happily at me “Angel please don’t encourage him..” I roll my eyes “let’s h

Parker Mason briefly turns back towards us, still looking somewhat puzzled. As he walks away, I elbow Mark in the gut once more. "Why do you do this to me?" I ask, smiling. I'm not really mad or annoyed, just a little playful. "It's my job. Besides, you said you wanted to have fun for the week, and meeting a celebrity seems pretty fun," Mark explains as we continue walking back to the hotel. I smile and sigh. "You're so annoying."

Actually someone else, who still wasn’t here. After half an hour Mark and Leia finally showed up. Leia apologized, but Mark just went around and tried to befriend everyone, taking over the party, telling stories about how awesome he was. Fuck, this guy was so annoying. I could see why people liked him, he was charming. But if you looked long enough you saw through the whole thing. Mark was bragging about how hard his life was when he dropped out of school to be a musician. How he was homeless, because his parents kicked him out for not finishing school. But that he got to sleep at a friend’s house.

I let out a breath, my knees buckling as I sank to the dirt. “Ugh, that was NOT funny!” Mark smirked, his hand rubbing my back in that annoyingly calming way of his. “You’re so dead for that,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips as he leaned in, still chuckling. With one smooth move, he stood me up, wiping the dirt from my knees. His eyes flashed a ‘sorry, but it was kind of worth it’ look. I shoved him away with my palm to his forehead. “So, you do have a personality.”