Invincible Mark's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

But before he could make a scene, Mark lifted his hand, commanding silence once more. “And secondly…” His voice softened as he turned to me, stretching out his hand with a warmth that sent a thrill through my heart. “I’d like to introduce you all to my shining star, my partner in all things, and most importantly—my wife, Mrs. Nina Santiago.” Applause erupted around us, filling the air as Mark pulled me close. My face flushed with pride, and I managed a graceful smile as I looked out at the crowd, meeting the stunned gazes of Jordan and Alexa, both reduced to mere spectators in my moment of triumph.

"Let me be clear: you must proceed with the Marking Ceremony with Olivia, or I will disown you!" Under his grandfather's pressure, Mason ultimately compromised. He proceeded with the Marking Ceremony with Olivia, but his heart was filled with pain and regret. He frequently argued with Olivia, even resorting to physical violence. During one particularly violent fight, he kicked Olivia in the stomach, causing her to miscarry. Olivia collapsed to the ground in pain, looking at Mason with eyes filled with hatred. "Mason, I hate you!" She screamed, seizing a silver knife and stabbing Mason. Mason, unprepared, was struck in a vital area. He collapsed to the ground, blood staining the floor.

“Selina..’ Damian called out as he struggled to get out of their hold. Mark lounged at him and punched and kicked him in the stomach. He collapsed on the floor as blood oozed out of his mouth. “I can’t believe I managed to take down the powerful Damian Black and it is all thanks to a woman. Don’t worry. She will be here soon. I promise to be gentle, considering she is your woman.” Mark said as he laughed out. The boys around him joined him the laughter. “If anything happens to her, I’ll make you pay with your life.” Damian said croaked out as he struggled to get up.

Sophia looked at them both and narrowed her eyes. "What in the hell does any of that mean? I've been marked due to being claimed. Do you think you own me now simply because I popped your cherry?" She questioned sourly and glanced over into her kitchen to see Atlas speaking on her phone. "Who is he talking with?" She asked curiously, dismissing her first rant. Faelon was glaring at Phil who was stifling his laughter. "I marked you because I feel in my soul that you are my mate," Faelon said softly and Sophia eyed him with a grin.

If it was in my car I would beat you up. —Mark, I'm sick. Take me to the hospital. My head is hurting a lot. My blood pressure is high. —Do you really think I'm going to take you to that little playboy? What did you think you were doing dating him? Did you have sex, Manuela? Come answer. —Mark, I have nothing to do with him. He has a fiancée and she is coming to Brazil. —Piranha, rubbing up against a committed man. You're a saint, you just have that face anyway.— The mere reminder that Jade and Ric were still together made my pain increase.

When she realizes he is coming after me, she redirects her glare to me. “Liam?” My breath gets heavy as the entire crowd around us turns their attention toward me. When he puts his arm around me protectively, it feels like his skin is ice. I shrink back and realize it’s not him that’s cold. I’m so hot that my skin is turning red like I have sunburn. “Hand her over, Liam,” Mark says to his best friend with a snarl. “Who the Hell do you think you are, Mark?” Another guy growls, shoving Mark roughly, “She’s mine. I’m going to mate with her.”

"Since your childhood sweetheart always calls you away before marking me, it means you don't want to mark me, so I will fulfill your wish. Without me as your girlfriend, you can be together all the time in the future." "I am not pretending not to know you, but I really wish I had never met you from beginning to end!" Whenever Caleb appeared before me, I couldn’t help but think of the five years of betrayal. Five years of companionship, five years of dedication, but he couldn’t get a few minutes to mark me. Caleb stared at me as if struck by lightning. He wanted to say something, but Vincent asked the guards to drag him out. While guards were dragging him out, he shouted, “Maria, I’m ready to

I didn't know whether to be impressed by her ironclad dedication or annoyed by her cowardice in refusing to bring it to me herself. I screwed the cap back on, slid the vial into my pocket, and locked eyes with Mark. "Why the hell are you so quiet all of a sudden?" I asked, raising a brow. "My sister... she’s the reason they’re here," Mark murmured softly. So softly I almost missed it over the sound of the wind outside. I took a slow, menacing step toward him, my chest tightening. "What the fuck did you just say?" "I kept this from you because we weren't entirely sure yet," Mark confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "But one of the surviving attackers from the first wave mentioned somethin

How did she have this? I removed my hand from her waist and lifted my fingers to trace the mark on her nape. Is this a birthmark? "Are you okay, Alpha Shawn?" Worry and concern were evident in her voice, as if demanding answers regarding what I saw. Breathing out, I stated, "I didn't know you had a birthmark on your nape. . ." "Maybe? I couldn't see my nape. What does it look like, Alpha?" "A full circle.” I whispered, the word feeling heavy on my throat as the moonlight caught the mark. “Your birthmark is a full and perfect circle, Samara. . . just like the full moon."

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.