Marco X Hekapoo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I literally tried to control not rolling my eyes for the second time. "Let's go to the tunnel. She's down there,” Marco said, starting to head towards the basement. “She?” I asked, trailing after him. Marco didn't say anything, so I continued, “What did she do?” “Tried to rape your man,” Marco said nonchalantly. “Yeah?” I asked, my voice laced with anger. “Yeah. Haven't seen your fuck toy in a while,” Marco said. “Probably out fucking hoes,” I retorted, feeling a surge of jealousy.

“Wait—what?” Even Xavier’s brows furrowed slightly, his phone lowering. “Romance-themed?” Marco’s smile widened, clearly enjoying our reactions. “Yes. Holding hands, soft gazes, leaning in… maybe even a kiss for one or two shots.” I felt heat instantly creep into my cheeks. “A kiss? Marco, are you serious?” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “You’ve both signed contracts. And—” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and began scrolling. “Let me show you something.”

Even though the document he was viewing was finished with the screen and the computer turned off, he still sat facing the thin black screen. Sometimes Marco has to travel the world to control all of his business octopuses, he is a pack leader with dozens of businesses in various parts of the world. This time he will go with Jazzy. He will do what Alpha Xander suggested to him. He intends to seduce Jazzy so badly that she gets drunk with his affection… and in the end… accepts it as a whole. Marco hopes ... after his return from Greece someday ... he can have Alpha and Luna status.

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize.” Marco finally looks at me. “I’m happy for you guys.” “Thank you.” My cheeks feel warm. “But seeing you two happy makes that breaking feeling stronger. I don’t know how to make it stop. I’m gonna be twenty-two next week. I still ain’t found my mate. I tried dating, but I compare them all to you. Maybe it’s my punishment for falling in love with someone who wasn’t my fated mate.” His hazel eyes look the same as they always have, but they’re full of wisdom now. “Every time I see you, I get reminded you’re pregnant. And the way you smell right now? Hell. It’s… no. I ain’t goin there.”

He looked at her as if he was crazy, had lost his mind, and continued excitedly "I am also convinced that she is the only one who should be my mate, we are both complete to each other." And again she really felt pity for him, in the end Marco is someone craving for love, if he had found someone who truly loved him, maybe he wouldn't have been like this "You don't understand Marco, Astraea is Xavier's mate, and she loves him, no matter what happens and whatever happens." He looked at her angrily, how dare she say such words, Astraea belongs to him

They also avoid getting drunk because when the boys who make themselves famous get drunk, they can't be here at the stable to spend the night because if Aling Saling finds out, not only will we be angry, but our parents will also be scolded. Until it looked like mine, they became an interesting topic. "Marco, when are you going to date Lena?" Kia asked Marco, my eyes widened again and almost came out of the eye socket because of Kia's question. "Kia! Marco and I are just friends!" I immediately defended. Xhea put her arms around me and then she grinned at me as if I knew what was coming next. "Oh girl, you're the only one who thinks that you and Marco are friends! No man is so kind and over

The pain in my abdomen throbbed, grounding me in reality. I might have been an orphan once—but not anymore. And Marco had no idea the Bianca he fought so hard to win was the fake. If I used his own words… the stray was her, not me. I didn’t stop the video. His voice kept replaying, filling the room. In front of me, the Marco I once knew—the one who looked at me gently, held my hand, and promised I would never be alone—slowly blurred into the man kneeling before another woman, calling me nothing more than a pathetic, powerless orphan he kept to warm his bed.

—as the fire in my skin and the fire in my gut became one. Marco dropped the whip. He ripped off his suit jacket and his shirt. His body was huge, covered in scars and hard muscles. He looked like a god of war. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out—it was bigger than ever, dark red and pulsing with heat. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He didn't want me on my stomach. He flipped me over and pushed my legs back until my knees were hitting my shoulders. He looked at my wet, red, and ruined pussy.

Marco pretended that he didn't see her doing that and Isabella assuming that he wasn't paying attention, like a mafia leader wouldn't pay attention stuck out her tongue at him and started making face is like a little annoyed baby. Marco so desperately want to look up grab her cheeks and do what not with her. He wanted to pull her into his lap, hug her like she belonged to him and kiss her ever so chubby bubbly red cheeks. But he knew that the moment he would look up she would stop doing that and he didn't wanted her to.

I rolled my eyes at his behavior. "Fucking Moron." "Hey," Xander whined, most of the time he doesn't act his age. "Were you able to get to bottom of it?" I asked about the situation. "No, whoever it is, Is very careful. but I will handle it." He reassured me and I hummed in response. "Good" Unknowingly my mind drifted to oliva I just can't get her off my head, her perfect face and gorgeous lips. I wonder what they would look like wrapped around my...