Marco X Hekapoo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

What's the use coming here with him when he can't even say their real status with his parents. She admits that she is not qualified since she can't match his status and glamour. How can an orphan like her match with the famous Acceturo Clan? It's totally understandable. "Mom! Enough of the match making for me, Okay? That's the reason why I was marked as a playboy... The woman you are letting me date is really not my type! they are all superficial... How can I marry that kind of woman? Think about it..." Xavier pleadingly explained to his Mom Divine.

I smacked his arm hard "Elena! Let's see his reaction after this" "You asshole.. why did you say that?" "It's fun.. you'll see" Marco smirked "He will try and find me you bastard" I know Aiden.. I know everything "That's the point.. Elena , we have to see that" "Stop here.. let's go another day" "No.. we still going" Marco smirked and chuckled "Marco! You're crazy.. Aiden wil-" "I know.. but you know this will be fun"

I sat in front of my stall unlacing my skates when Marco dropped onto the bench beside me. Which immediately felt threatening. Mostly because Marco was smiling. And smiling Marco was rarely a good sign. “You know.” I sighed. “What?” “You used to play badly when you were thinking about Harper.” I froze. Across the room, Corey started laughing. Traitor. Marco pointed dramatically. “See?” “See what?” “The guilt.” “There is no guilt.” “There is absolutely guilt.” I tossed a sock at his head. Unfortunately, I missed. Which only made him happier. “Oh my God.”

“I want him dead. FUCKING DEAD!” Marco studied me for a moment longer, his dark eyes searching for any crack, any hesitation. There was none.Never will be. Satisfied, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were slow, deliberate, testing me. But we both knew there was no need. Marco and I had long understood each other. Love had no place in this game,only power. When he pulled away, he smirked. “Then let’s make him suffer.” I exhaled a soft laugh, wiping my thumb across my mouth as if brushing away the past.“I thought you’d never say it.”

A stunned look settled in Marco’s eyes as he looked at his beautiful young daughter. Could he have been wrong all this time? And the thought of another man tapping that ass before him made his blood boil. “Man, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My best friend’s hot sexy young daughter was willing and ready to give up her pussy, and I was the lucky son of a bitch that was going to get it.” “Yeah, and we both know your sorry ass will never turn down free pussy,” Marco sneered.

Pressing that button that makes it go crazy, the pressure-build in my core breaks, my entire body shaking to the intensity of my release. "Huh!" I retrieve my hand and lay sprawled on the bed, left with nothing but the heat and slight tingle in my clit, my eyes fixed on the white ceiling. How much I miss the warmth of a man. I let the air escape from my lungs, releasing the stress. Okay, so if you are wondering about operation 'tu casa es mi casa', it failed woefully. Marco—with the rolled 'r'—that's his name, has decided to be a real party pooper. All my advances, all my attempts to lure him in, all of them have failed. More like they’re thrown back at my face.

"Such a petty question! Why are you so dumb and wait is that fear I see in your eyes? WOW! Look whose finally fearful of me! Is that fear of me or fear of lover boy finding out your TRUE identity?" Here goes that identity shit again. Give me a break people. I try to maintain a neutral expression and try to not to give away anything. "Haha ! Looks like lover boy doesn't know. Do you want me to spill your beans ?" "No" Asshole. I add that as a side comment and keep it to myself. Marco reeks badly of alcohol and his eyes look red and puffy. Was the member who died close to Marco? "Well, I would tell not now though cause I want to take my revenge after he killed my brother !"

"Seven weeks. It's Axel's." "Good," Marco said. "Name it Carmen. If it's a girl." "You'll name it yourself," I said. "When you're better." "Em," Marco started. "No," I interrupted. "Don't talk like that. Don't give up." "Not giving up," Marco replied. "Just, realistic." His eyes closed again. "Marco?" I called. But he was unconscious. I looked for Axel. Found him outside. Sitting on the steps. Staring at nothing.

Mar… MarMar… marco… Faster, I want you faster and rough, he turned her immediately and inserted his d**k from back and his d**k full inside of me. I think I love this more, he pulled my hair back and started pumping fast into me, he spanked me and started going faster, I feel like I was in cloud now and he went faster and faster till we both cum. I was so tired, before closing my eyes I told him I will always be here for you marco, I love you. Marco's POV:

Just stare at nothing. His jaw tightens. His pulse pounds. He grabs her by the chin, forcing her to face him. “What? You think you’re too good for me now? You think that fucking royal dog makes you better than me?” Nana says nothing. Marco laughs, a low, bitter sound. “Fucking whore. You let him mark you. Let him bond you. And now you just lie there like you’re already fucking dead.” He leans down, pressing his weight against her. His breath is hot against her ear, his voice a low growl. “I should fucking kill you, you know that?”