Marco Polo Siblings Novels & Stories

That I won't drag them all into war with the cartels or the Russians or whoever else I've pissed off over the years. But I pour another glass anyway. I think about Marco. My cousin. Haven't seen him since we were kids, really. He was always the golden child. Smart, political, knew how to play the game. Our fathers were brothers, but they raised us completely differently. Marco got grooming for leadership. I got drugs and abuse and eventually an attempted murder disguised as a business trip. Wonder what he's like now. The reports say he's married, has a daughter. Living the respectable life. Probably looks down on me, the cousin who went feral in South America and came back covered in scars a

“She was never a happy child.” Marco Romano, eldest and only son in the Romano family, and elder brother to Aurelia Romano, my betrothed. He was probably around forty years of age and had never been married. “Really?” “Yeah. They were kind of our neighbors in a sense and she used to love Aurelia. I’m sorry you never got to experience this. The weddings, the vows, and the entire joy of it all.” I nodded at that, keeping my jaw tight. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

Marco laughed. "Oh...I know a lot of stuff ... And that is my hobby as well as my job. You will definitely pass out if I tell you about anything I know ..." "Tell me ... one example!" Asked Alpha Marco. "You won't be able to ..." Sandro warned. "Just tell me... or I won't let you go out of the pack .." Marco threatened even though he joked. "That ... the Ragusa twins are actually fellow-lovers? They killed the man their father put them in ... And they live together ... the two blondes ..!"

Marco accepted his hand. "Sorry to bother you at this time,” Marco apologized. “Are you his brother?” he asked and acted like he didn't know anything. “No, I’m a family friend,” Chad responded. “Oh I see, how lucky Alle to have a very much concerned family friend," Marco looked at my way who was acting drunk on the couch. "I should send her home," Chadrick replied and Marco nodded right away. When Chadrick came near me I saw Marco smirked devilishly. Insane!

Eric has never encountered such a thing before not being able to find someone no matter how far or where the person was. He was beginning to doubt Elijah's story that he has anything close to a sibling outside wedlock, Eric wondered if he had fallen into any kind of trap, or if Elijah is trying to get back at him for something. Eric had in mind to let Marco contact Elijah and let him know that he wasn't able to find anything about his supposed siblings but then Marco walked into his room with a flash drive in his hand.

“Your kids are hilarious,” Marco spoke to the comatose body of his sister, leaning back in his seat with his hands stuffed into his jean’s pockets. “They don’t talk too well yet, but they’re hilarious babies. You can see they get their weirdness from you,” He chuckled breathlessly, his eyes stinging to see the unresponsiveness of her figure and swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

“These five particular events seem to be specifically related to the Luna.” “Andy’s parents insist he’s a sweet, happy little boy who loves the outdoors and makes friends with forest animals easily. They live in a rural area, so he doesn’t have other kids to be friends with.” I turn my attention to Marco. “He doesn’t seem to know who he is. Since we aren’t sure what his temperament will be as he gets older, we’re assigning Marco as his guard. You and I are going to make occasional trips out to the Briland’s home so you can meet him and get to know him better.”

“Yes, I'm looking forward to it. he said humbly. Charlotte and Marco instantly became friends. He was her first friend at Harvard. All the while they fought across campus. Marco was always very friendly and approachable. Charlotte learned from her roommate, Johanna Chan, that Marco was very popular at Harvard. He was the president of the Student Council, editor-in-chief of Jornal Escolar, president of the Chess Team, and was the last winner of the Academic Decagon. He was something of a student prodigy and was sure to graduate with honors in Business Administration. Charlotte was very impressed by her friend's accomplishments. — Did you know that Marco's family owns Villa-Lobos Internacional

He extended his hand toward me. "Marco." I looked at him in confusion. "Marco?" "Marco Riva." For a second, the name meant nothing to me. Then recognition hit. Marco Riva. Niccolò's stepbrother. Apparently, the Santoro family had an endless supply of complicated men. After a brief hesitation, I shook his hand. "Lena." His smile widened. "I know." "Of course you do." A look of amusement crossed his face. "You don't have to sound so suspicious."