Invincible Mark's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

One of his rivals in business but recently the two have teamed up on several new projects for each company. Ace now took off Mark's collar and started to move away from the man. Mark adjusted his collar and was now starting to sit comfortably on his couch. "What really happened? Usually we talk on good terms. Why does it have to be like this, Ace?" Mark asked cluelessly. Ace was already sitting on the sofa after Gustavo managed to grab the man and try to calm him down. "To be honest. Did you really send that guy to hurt my girlfriend?!" asked Ace still showing his anger.

Fortunately, Damon’s phone rang just then, and he excused himself, stepping aside to take the call. Mark leaned in slightly. “You’re really glowing tonight, my Gina,” he said quietly with a seductive look on his face. “Stop it,” I hissed under my breath in urgency. “What are you doing here?” “Came to see my girlfriend,” he replied casually like this wasn’t a disaster waiting to happen. “You didn’t think I’d miss your big night, did you?” “It's Ex now Mark, we ended things over there in New York,” I replied with gritted teeth, angry at how clingy he was and didn't want to let go.

"Yea, our friend Mark and his date are here also." "ooh, Alright." We walked to meet the rest of the group who were laughing and exchanging pleasantries. "You must be Araceli." Mark stretched his arm out to me, a crooked smile on his face. His black hair was faded by the sides, with a neat line adorning one end of it. He looked handsome even in a plain white pants and shirt. He is no doubt a heart breaker. I shook his hand, "Never knew I was quite popular." I threw a glance at Zayn, and he winked at me.

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.

, Kavinsky said while walking towards his study table "Oh honey, I have always known that you care about me", Mrs Mark said with a soft tone. "Nope, I said that so you would save me from all these frustration and disturbance. You would not have to come to my room at all if you had run to save your life", Kavinsky said with a smirk. Mrs Mark raised the vase up to show him that she still had a weapon with her. She gave up with a sigh and walked towards the door. She can't bear to hit him with the case.

But even before I could entangle my arms on his nape, someone grabbed my hair making me pull myself from the guy I was kissing. “Fuck!” I winced in pain. “You whore!” screamed at me by the woman who was pulling my hair. She was looking at me like she was ready to eat me alive any minute from now. I grabbed her arm to stop her from what she's doing. "Let go of me." How dare this bitch touch me! “Who the fuck are you?” She made a sharp glance at Marvin. “I'm just the girlfriend of Mark, that man you're kissing!" she squealed at me.

His voice was deep but brisk. “Yeah! Mommy can sleep here, too!” “Mark has a girlfriend. His girlfriend will be sad if she knows I am sleeping here.” She lowered her eyes and did not look at Mark. “Girlfriend? But I never see Mark with any girlfriend.” Charlotte turned around. “Uncle, do you have a girlfriend?” Summer was holding her breath involuntarily. Her hand that was holding a spoon froze for a second in the air. Not that she was curious. She still wanted to hear his answer.

“Says the woman who changes tactics every time I bring up conversation for us to talk about, and now I seem mature because I’m no longer the eighteen-year-old you could manipulate.” “Is that why you’re moving around with some…” Mark came through before she could complete her words. He straightened his suit with his hand and lowered his head at her in greeting. “This is my boyfriend, Mark Rogar,” I said, and leaned on him, his hand went around my waist. “My mom, Luna Vale of the Winterfall Pack. She’s very nice,” I said satirically with a soft smile. Mom chuckled and stared at Mark. “It’s good to see you, Mark. I hope you’ve been good to her.”

Mark stretched forth a handshake, which I ignored. “You are the Evans.” My pretend girlfriend whispered, trembling slightly, and I sent her a hard stare, not to blow things off. “Won’t you invite us to sit with you?” I let out, struggling to hide the urge to kill him already. “It’s our date. I believe there are other places you could sit, Mr. Evans.” I heard my wolf grunt. The thought that we meant nothing to her. “I don’t mind..” “No, Mark, you don’t have to. Mr. Evans here is a busy man and…”

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