Hit The Mark 소설 & 이야기

Joshua must be out of his mind. “Ah!” the manager exclaimed in pain and Marky hit him on the head with something hard. The manager lay on the ground in disbelief. How could the youngster hit him? “Track this plate number for me!” Marky made a call on his mobile phone and said. “Young master, are you sure?” someone from the other end of the phone asked. “Yes, I’m sure!”

He glared at Mark, but he didn't dare strike back. "Divorce?" Mark's voice was colder than ice as he grabbed Christopher by the collar in one swift move. "Why don't you repeat that to my gun? Who are you asking to get a divorce?" Mark was famous in the underworld for his marksmanship—fast, ruthless, and precise. A few years ago, he single-handedly rescued me from a gang of vicious thugs without getting so much as a speck of dust on his clothes. Those men had dropped to the ground before they even got a clear look at what he was doing.

“You’re so high strung. Come sit. Take a hit.” He held the bong out to me. I turned and stared at him. “Why don’t you shove that bong up your ass?” I heard myself say, through gritted teeth. A chorus of heckling came from the group of boys. “Oh, SNAP!” one of them yelled. The boy who’d offered me the hit, a big, muscular guy who I knew had been kicked off the football team, turned bright red. “What’d you say to me, bitch?” he said, standing.

LILA'S POV “What happened to your mark?” Theo's eyes moved over my face, and for a second he looked like he didn't understand what I was talking about. Then his gaze dropped to where I was staring. “My mark?” “The infinity mark.” I pointed towards his chest. “It was there before.” Theo looked down at his shirt, then he reached for the collar and pulled it aside, exposing the skin beneath it. I leaned closer. There was there My eyes moved over his chest again, at the dark infinity symbol he had showed me that day.

“It was just a one-night stand. That’s all.” But as I moved toward the mirror I froze. There, on the curve of my neck, etched into my skin was a mark. My eyes widened in horror. Azrik marked me.

Each symbol pulsed with a strange energy, making my heart race as I whispered the words aloud, one by one, my voice low and careful. The syllables felt heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries, but when I finished, nothing happened. Just silence, thick and heavy, pressing down on the clearing.I shifted my weight, dirt crunching under my boots, and that’s when I saw it—right at my feet, half-hidden in the earth, a single marking, different from the rest. It was smaller, almost delicate, but it thrummed with a quiet power, like a heartbeat trapped in the ground.

“Then I’m marking you, in front of her. Before I banish her for good.” Ben stopped in his tracks, misty-eyed. “You’re marking us?” Matt grinned. “In the cellar. I think Fiona deserves better. Not that you’ll mind the setting—” Ben kissed him hard. Matt blinked in shock. Ben pulled away. “Crap. Sorry, Fiona!” I burst out laughing. Dad smacked Ben on the head. “Not cool, man. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy—let alone Fiona.” Ben grinned. “She said it was worth it. She got to watch Emma get a taste of her own medicine.”

Her voice was serious it made me think she knew something about us. " What?" I panicked " Calm down. I know something is going on between you, especially with the hickey that gets renewed every day Like he doesn't want his mark to fade" I blushed. Fuck Adam. Why the hell would he put a mark if he was trying to keep it secret? I couldn't say a word to defend myself, I just sat there blushing. She laughed. " So?" She said waiting for an answer to her question. " I am not sure what I feel anymore. My emotions are jumbled together" I told her. It was true.

Good morning, Ana - Marcos as always emanated good humor. "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. Ana couldn't deny that seeing Marcos was like a drop in the ocean for her eyes since he was very handsome. " Do me a favor, don't call me Mr. Mark, it makes me feel old," he laughed. " Force of habit. Marcos had what every woman would like to find in a man. Beauty, charisma, he was successful, but since not everything is perfect Marcos had a defect, and this defect was his love for women. In other words, a true womanizer.

Their voices overlapped in a chorus that made his bones vibrate. “Do you even know what you’re fighting for?” Evelyn’s voice asked, calm, kind, cruel. “You think destruction ends here? You think the mark makes you different?” Kael pushed to his feet, muscles screaming. “I know what I’m fighting for.” He reached for his sword, but the Warden’s shadow struck first. Tendrils lashed across the ground, slicing deep gouges into the earth. Kael rolled aside, barely dodging one before another caught his shoulder. He felt the mark surge again, burning through the wound, sealing it before blood could fall.