Marc Spector X Reader Novels & Stories

“Why would you even read it, Jackson, why? If that were me, I wouldn’t even consider reading it the answer would be no. Just because he said, I had someone else and had moved on you just had to consider it didn’t you.” “No Alena, you have it all wrong, for a start, he said all that after I refused and read the contract, I did what most would do in my situation, read it because that contract is only ever handed over if you are playing dead. Hardly anyone gets to see it in their lifetime, so of course, I read it.” I don’t know what to think, I look at Marcus, and he is just sitting staring at him.

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”

He just watches the floor numbers count down. "What were you two talking about?" he asks as the elevator doors hiss open. He steps inside, not holding the door for me. I step in beside him, the scent of Jaxon’s sandalwood still clinging to my senses, making the elevator feel too small. "He just gave some advice," I say, my voice flat. "Suggested some reading material for next time." Marcus lets out a short, mocking snicker. "Next time? There won't be a next time, Elena. That man is a hack. 'Sexually self-centered'? I’ve never heard anything so absurd in my life. I’ve already canceled all future appointments.”

Christian explained. “It’s alright. I don’t want to see your faces, too.” Marcuse jokingly said. Everyone laughed at his remarks. Cause they all knew Marcus doesn’t want to look pity and weak at them. “By the way, who’s that woman who gave your keys earlier?” Lucas asked. “Oh, she’s Mariko, my therapist, and but now… she’s my driver.” He nonchalantly said. “Oh! She’s beautiful to be your driver.” Lucas bluntly said.

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us. I await your answer, Mr. X. ---------------------------- RE: PLEASE READ. From: x@rlc.com Sent: Thursday, December 13, 2012 22:38:15 To: daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Doce, Richard told me that you want a lunch with the financier, soon realized that you still do not know that the financier is me. I know I asked Richard for anonymity, but I was hoping that her curiosity would force her to open my emails ... Which you never did, or did, decided to ignore me.

Jace says closing his laptop and heading toward the door. “I get it, thanks, man, Tell Chrissy I say Hi” I'd be lying if I said seeing a she-wolf come under assault didn't make me think about Audrie...she wasn't my mate or not that I knew. We'll see when her birthday rolls around. He nods and heads out. I decide to follow his lead and call it a night too. *** Mother Selene, this guy was a creep. He has spent more time staring at she-wolf asses than anything, his personality sucked, and to top it off, following around an accountant was mind-numbingly boring. Math was not anything resembling fun for me.

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”

She grinned. “Which one?” Maribell asked, certain that she wrote under a pseudonym. “Marcus Howitzer.” Margo said, grinning. “You’re Marcus Howitzer?” She asked wide eyed. “The Marcus Howitzer?” “Yes and you can’t tell a soul!” Margo hissed, looking around the room. “It’s just Marcus is one of the most celebrated authors around! And you’re Marcus?!” Maribell said, nearly squealing. “That’s the true purpose of the NDA.”

he mused peering at me studiously. I shook my head in weariness. “Look, Marcus, I need a room to get away from the noise,” I told him. Marcus chuckled lightly. “I was wondering why you never asked,” he said. “There is always a place for you here.” he continued and got up from his chair. I peered at the pages of the book he was reading. Hand drawn pictures of pentagrams and skulls, I saw crows and eagle on the other page. I deduced that Marcus was reading about witchcraft.