Marco X Hekapoo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Are we still sticking with the plan?” Marco’s gaze didn’t waver. He flicked ash from the weed and crushed it against the floor with deliberate slowness. “Yes,” he said, voice rough like gravel. “But this time—it won’t be clean. It won’t be fast. I’m going to make him suffer. I want him to beg—beg to be in heaven before I’m done.”

He had always been a perceptive and compassionate child, and I was astounded by the profoundness of his dreams and musings at such a tender age. "Marco, you truly are incredible," I exclaimed, playfully tousling his hair. "I'm aware, Mommy. When I'm older, I aspire to become an angel and bring joy to others," Marco declared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "You already bring immense happiness to our lives, my sweet child. And who knows, perhaps one day you'll be an angel in your own unique way," I replied, beaming at him. Out of nowhere, a knock echoed through the room, causing me to glance over at Marcus. With a sense of anticipation, he rose from his seat, assuming it was Elijah

She immediately pushed him and slapped him right away. “What the hell are you doing, Marcus?! Dammit! Are you drunk?” she asked while wiping her lips. She could even smell the stink of alcohol from Marcus. “You reek!” she exclaimed. “I came here to tell you that I won’t give up on you. Even if you keep on pushing me away… I won’t get tired and will stay right next to you until you get tired of running away from me.” Marcus said. “I have a boyfriend,” Mariko said, which made Marcus laugh out loud like he was hearing a ridiculous joke.

Marco shrieked in anguish, a sob leaving his throat. Xavier scoffed, ambling close once again, ignoring the way Marco's body wriggled like a leaf as he tilted his head to the side, revealing a mate mark on his neck. Xavier smirked, his calm facade not decamping. "I didn't realize you found your mate, Marco. Looks like a fresh mark, should we invite him, I'm sure he would be ecstatic to see you?" "No, no, no!" Marco shook his head repeatedly. "He knows nothing about this, don't bring him into this!"

Marco barked from the far end of the table. I glanced over, slightly surprised by his sudden intervention. Marco was still incredibly subdued compared to his usual arrogant self, his eyes fixed firmly on his plate. But his jaw was tightly clenched, and a serious, rigid tension held his shoulders stiff. He didn't look at me, keeping his gaze deliberately averted, but his voice carried a sharp, defensive edge. "Stop talking about the Capo like he's some lovesick teenager. He's securing the southern borders, not pining over a captive."

“Oh, God… I—” Marco held up his hands gently. “Aurora, you’re beautiful, okay? Like… really beautiful. But…” He paused, clearing his throat, “I’m gay.” Aurora’s heart plummeted. “Wait… what?” Marco laughed softly. “Yeah. Kind of been gay since forever.” Aurora blinked rapidly, her cheeks burning, her whole body crumbling with embarrassment. “Oh my God… I feel like such an idiot.” Marco smiled warmly, placing a hand over hers. “You’re not. You’re just… overwhelmed. And maybe a little lonely.”

“Which do you prefer?” He exhaled sharply. “Marco is my name.” “Maybe, but your known name is Giovanni Russo. Hiram Moretti’s dog.” I said darkly. He scoffed. “I have no idea what you're talking about.” Nico struck him again. This time Marco let out a curse. “Fuck you!” He groaned. I inhaled sharply. “Please do not think you can mess with me. I am not in the mood.” He looked up at me. “So you've figured me out. Wonderful.”

She couldn't say anything she was so scared, that she didn't know when she passed out. They all look at each other till Marco came forward. First thing that came to his mind was how beautiful she was. but his faced still remained passive, the last thing he wanted was for them to see how he was affected. She was so small that he wanted to carry her and wash all her problems away, where these unwanted feelings came from he didn't know and he didn't care he just wanted them gone. "Bring her in, " he said and walked away . Don't forget to

Pedro seemed unable to see how Marco was slowly falling apart. "Is that what I should do?” Marco asked, making Pedro nod. Marco fell silent for a moment, before Pedro chose to wait for Marco outside, giving him time to think. Until Marco could see the sun starting to set again, making the twilight sky look so beautiful. It was then that the smile of Letta appeared in his mind, making Marco feel as if he was strengthening his heart that he could regain happiness with them. Marco took off the patient's clothes that were still clinging to his body, put on the clothes that Pedro had prepared earlier, and then left.

She cried out as another kick landed hard on her stomach again! "You're trying to get another customer and you're in here?? Shouldn't you be out on the streets you miserable wench!" Maybe it was pity, maybe sympathy, or just humane empathy, but Marco felt something stirring up inside of him, something burning deep down within him, and that burning was climbing its way up to his chest, and then into his fist. Mea braced herself for another kick, lifting both her arms to cover her face as the fat man lifted his leg to strike her again with much vehemence.