Insert Mark Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Stamped on the front: the crescent and three slashes. My stomach tightened. That mark is pack ink. It doesn’t belong in human soil. “That’s not supposed to be here,” I said, and I meant it in every way. A twig snapped behind the fence line, too close. A voice drifted over, amused. “Found something, witness?”

“Yeah.” We move slower. Hazel points with her chin. Ahead of us a scrap of cloth hangs from a twig where a sapling meets the path. It’s weathered gray, nothing to it, until the moon catches a smear on the weave. Red-brown, three strokes, clawed downward and splayed. Redmaw’s mark. It’s fresh. Wet where the threads bunch. We both stand there looking at it like it might start talking. “They’re inside the fence line,” Hazel whispers.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

He finally interjected during a quieter moment, nodding towards Vanessa. "Jesus, yeah. How rude of me." I turned to Vanessa, momentarily pulling her out of her own conversation, "Let me introduce you to Mark babe. He's in town as a PM, works hospitality construction similar to my line." Vanessa smiled wide, clearly somewhat loose from the copious amount of wine we had both been drinking. "Hi there!" She extended her hand, and that's when I noticed how large Marks were. Her delicate hand was engulfed by his palm as they shook in greeting. I couldn't help but notice that my wife's immense cleavage was on full display as well, and I saw Mark steal a reactionary glance. It was more than understa

Mark rasped his knuckles against the table hard. "One hundred and fifty going once. Going twice..." "Sold to Mr. Damian Sinclair. I hope you enjoy your one month long paradise getaway on the Amalfi coast." Applause ripples through the room. Everyone is clapping. I sit motionless. "Who are you even going to take with you? The red dress?" Mark muses. "Nah, she is not my type." "I guess I will have to find a volunteer." He says as he glances up to look at me from underneath his eyelashes for a second.

His attitude of late only seemed to solidify it I turned my head to look at the new mark, and his initials were stylishly written in calligraphy. Even though I hated to admit it, the mark was beautiful, and Maya was going crazy in her little corner. She was happy; no, "happy" wouldn’t be enough to describe it. She was excited that he had finally marked her. It was one of the steps towards mating, and that means he acknowledged them.

“You should just give him time, like he does for you. I never thought Azaire would wait more than twenty-four hours before marking his mate.” His laugh sends my worry away for just a second, until I’m faced with yet another foreign word. Marking? As in, to leave a mark? I scrunch my nose up, careful to look away from Alexander before I do, just in case he notices the similarities that I noticed between us. I don’t want to give him false hope. Not yet. “Marking his mate?” I say after normalizing my facial expression.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

We don’t even know if it was her true mate or some perv, and we can’t even find out because the mark looks nothing like we’ve ever seen before. While a normal mark is a crescent moon with your mate’s initials, the mark on Azalea was a whole other story. She had an eye, together with the crescent moon, but that’s it. Nothing about it made sense, and worst of all, it was untraceable. Most marks are traceable because your mate’s scent lingers on the mark, and therefore mixes a little with yours. With hers, there’s no scent but hers, so whoever marked her will have to come back to claim her, but it’s been three days, so that’s unlikely.

Branded. Take that, Mark