Jean X Marco Novels & Stories

The treads looked worn - a sign that nothing, not even duracrete, can last forever. Marco emerged from the stairwell and scanned the surrounding walls. Besides the sentries, all of whom were where they should be, there were two additional figures. One raised a hand in greeting. Marco recognized Marcus Doug Douglas and his niece Sophie. He waved in return, started his morning walk, and felt conflicting emotions: resentment of the manner in which the other two had invaded his morning routine, contempt for his own lack of flexibility, and a deep sense of sadness. Though never really close to his parents - they were too busy for that - Marco had always known that they loved him. Now they were de

Marco may had trusted this girl easily but why was it hard for him to trust her, it seemed there's more to her than the cover picture she gave off. As they drove off a few cars started to follow behind, Davin and Aveline shot a few tyres with Mariana until they reached an open ground where the two jets were. They all stepped out of the car running towards the jets, Gaetano helped Mariana and Aveline up then he did the same for him self. "Fucking shit ! " Marco swore as he removed his jacket then painfully unbuttoned his shirt, Mariana sat by his side placing the bag down.

“You look like money.” I stepped onto the set with heels clicking against polished floors. Xavier was already in position. Black suit. White undershirt. Gold wristwatch peeking from under his sleeve. The man cleaned up well. Not that I’d say it out loud. He looked over and raised a brow. “Well, damn,” he said. “Don’t start,” I warned, walking past him. Marco was already bouncing on his feet like a child who just saw a candy store. “Look at you two!” he exclaimed. “You’re going to melt the internet. Okay—positions, let’s go!”

He cussed and screamed. I frowned at the pathetic display before me. Marco wasted no time as he walked over and delivered a clean punch to Jaxon’s gut. Jaxon doubled over, coughing violently at the contact. Marco grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head up. "You're about to die, and you're still flaunting your name? Where the hell do you think this is?" Jaxon finally caught sight of me as he was struggling to get on his feet. I walked over and sat on an upturned crate, narrowing my gaze at him.

She said with a tinkle of amusement in her dark blue eyes. "Yeah yeah. The butt sneaking days''. He replied dryly , making her chuckle at his sulking tone. Marcus Alferd was Xavier's brother from another mother. They both held the power together in the industry, not to mess up. While Xav was running his construction empire all across the country, flying from one place to another, Marcus was leading a mafia. He was dealing in everything you could name it, and it was Xav to clean his money, And it wasn't a secret.

In a high end restaurant, with luxurious and expensive decor, Xavier was seen, sitting at a table. He was dressed in a black-custom made suit, his dark inky hair, shaved and styled to fall by the side. His eyes shimmered with pride and excitement. Tonight, he was going to sign and finalize the deal with Mr. Marco, which was finally going to give him an upper hand over Morgan. He smiled at the mere thought of it, just then he caught sight of Franco, walking in with a group of two men. Xavier slightly frowned, because he didn't see Mr. Marco come in with them.

Three are better than two! "NO!" Finally, Xaphan broke his silence only to roar this word on Luciano's face. Luciano's lips curved down at the rude denial by his boss and his face seems like he will start crying anytime. Imagine a well-built man making a puppy face, this is how exactly he was looking at the moment. Poor man! "But why?" He asked with the same puppy face. "Because I said so!" Xaphan declared and turned to face me "Now if you don't want me to drop the idea of walking and leaving you alone in this mansion then follow me!" He ordered and started walking towards the exit.

The fight was on, and the battle for their future had begun. Sena moved with purpose, her every step sure, her heart a storm of emotions. The Moonmark fragment in her pocket hummed faintly, an almost imperceptible reminder of the power that was both her birthright and her responsibility. She had called for this fight, and now, as the chaos unfolded around her, she knew there was no turning back.

I note the time to ask Jace about the activity later. “Hey bro.” “Yeah, no one brought up the, uh, incident. She didn’t remember and they chalked it up to the rogues. Got real fucking lucky with that.” This must be who he called in the security footage when he assaulted Isla…. “Get this though, I found my mate.” “Yeah, I haven’t marked her, she’s desperate. I’m using her to do some dirty work. Her sister is on the patrol here which helps with the rogue distraction timing.”

Suddenly, I feel my feet leave the ground, and my body stops in his arms, forcing me to hold onto his neck. X walks towards the marble staircase, ascending step by step the two flights of stairs, and then we reach the corridor with several Greek paintings hanging on its ivory walls. Finally, we enter his suite, a space well-lit by natural light due to its huge windows overlooking all of Barcelona and the sea. He takes me to the enormous bed, which could comfortably accommodate an entire family sleeping. His arms slide towards the bed, and then X steps away. My buyer walks to the red sofa, where he sits, and says, "Take off your clothes, Doce."