Novel & Cerita Marco X Hekapoo Fanfiction

He screamed. “You're scaring me,” I said, my voice trembling. “Please, Daddy, out the bottle down.” Marcus seemed so lost, his beard had grown longer than the last time I saw him, his grey eyes blood shot red. “You should be in school.” “Yeah, well you needed me,” I replied, my eyes still on the bottle. “Can you tell me what's going on?” “Coco is a snitch?” He smelt like booze and spit, and I finally crossed to him, removing the bottle from his hands. “I don't like you seeing me like this.”

One night, I walked to his study with a gift I had carefully prepared, intending to ask him about our wedding. But at the door, I overheard him on a video call. "Marco, your fiancée's been so much better. When are you going to marry Karen?" "Karen was there for me when I was at my lowest. It's a debt I have to repay. Just make sure Sera behaves so she doesn't get in Karen's way." "You seem so close to Seraphina... I thought she was going to be your wife." There was a faint amusement in Marco's tone.

This broken, pathetic man was someone I had once thought I loved? Dominic leaned over and whispered in my ear with dark amusement: "This was your taste in men before?" I blushed and whispered back: "Everyone has blind moments. Thank goddess I came to my senses." Dominic and I exchanged knowing looks, and I couldn't help but smile. We were watching this spectacle like it was dinner theater. A flash of anger crossed Marcus's face when he realized we were mocking him. But this anger quickly disappeared, replaced by even more desperate pleading. He threw the flowers on the ground and started slapping himself hard across the face while shouting loudly: "Aria, I'm sorry! I hurt your heart in the p

(Boss) I play off the sinking feeling in my stomach and roll my eyes. "I was only trying to give everyone a break." "Capo is a grown man." Marco replies, his thick Italian accent coming out. "Screw you." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him. I was only trying to do something nice for everyone. And now everyone was ganging up on me and not to mention I wasn't having that much fun anymore. Marco doesn't respond and with a slight shove to my shoulder, he pushes me into the pool where I fall with a loud shriek.

MARCO’S POV: I could barely sleep last night, haunted by the image of Lexien. I hope I get to see her again—so I can finally apologize for everything I did to her in the past. I quickly got myself ready, bringing back the old Marco. I had let myself go ever since she left. “Daddy, can we buy cookies again, please?” this little girl whined, begging to go back to the bake shop. We just bought a whole box yesterday, and now she wants more?

"Jeez, Haze. Hearing his excuse, I wondered, could that muscular man not actually be a former hockey player, but a whiny, poetic poet? Memories of yesterday afternoon came flooding back into Jonah's mind. He'd accidentally witnessed with his own eyes a very arrogant Marco Marten leaning against the corridor wall, almost begging and pleading with the senior nurse to remove the thick bandages on his body. Marco argued hoarsely that if he entered Hazel's room with bandages smeared with red medicine, it would only make Hazel feel guilty and worried when she woke up. Marco knew all too well. Even though Hazel was always snappy and said hurtful words, deep down, she still worried about him.

“Tell her the rest. The part I know you’ve been holding back.” Marco squeezes his eyes closed and huffs. “You disgust me. Once we married, I planned to pass you around to my guys. Let them break you in, turn you into a biddable wife. Once they did, we’d get your disgusting scar fixed, and maybe you’d be worthy of being seen in public with me.”

I was still speechless when Skye continued in a soft voice as she was starting to doze off. “I am not going to deny saying I also enjoyed it and I would even wish to do it again and again, like Marco would do when he goes on night outs with you, but I guess I am not as bold and brave as men do when it comes to such matters. But the last time Marco went out and I was awake when he got back home, we agreed that if I ever want to do it again, I could ask him and he promised he will help me out instead of relying on my battery operated boyfriend. Then things happened and Marco is unconscious. I guess I will have to wait until he gets better. Even if someone else, like you, can do it with me, I a

The second he says her name, pain tears straight through my chest again. “Don’t fucking say her name,” I whisper harshly. “Dominic, I already apologized a hundred times.” Marco rubs a hand over his face. “I was trying to protect you. I thought the Golden Phoenix sent her to manipulate you.” “You tried to rape her!” I shout. Marco flinches hard. “I was trying to scare her, Dominic, I swear. I thought if I pushed her hard enough, she’d confess something. I never would’ve actually done it. What kind of monster do you think I am?”

She could see that Marco was on the brink of something, his tears already starting to form. With a gentle voice, she asked, "Why are you crying?" Marco was quick to wipe away the tears from his face as he glared at her. "I'm not crying! I'm too old for that!" Cris chuckled lightly, amused by his stubbornness. "How old are you then?" "I'm five years older than you!" he retorted, a playful grin spreading across his face. Cris arched an eyebrow. "So, you're thirteen years old?" Marco laughed quietly, as if he was reminiscing about their childhood banter. "No, I'm already ten years old. My mom told me that boys usually grow taller five years after girls, so don't worry, I'll be taller than you s