Marco X Hekapoo Novels & Stories

Letta said, making Marco shake his head. "Fine, I'll just clap," Marco said. "With one shout, okay?" Letta bargained, making Marco shake his head again. "Come on, just one shout. No one will see you and pay attention to you, thinking you're weird. Look at them, even shouting in a language I don't know," Letta said again, making Marco finally let out a long sigh before joining in applause. After that, he let out a hearty shout, making Letta smile widely.

Reina's Pov Marco. Just calling his name makes my blood boil. Calling him an idiot is insulting to other idiots out there. He Is nothing more than a cockroach pretending to be a man, scurring around like his git the upper hand. Does he really think he can keep me locked up like some caged animal?

"Wow, that's huge. It's worth it though." Why do I feel like Marco did. Although his expression isn't giving away anything suspicious. "Marco?" "Yes?" "What name did you buy in?" "Ermm.. What did you say?" "What name did you use to place your order." "What do you need the information for? It's not even useful." "Are you Hunter Mark?" "I'm Marco Lorenzo, last I checked." He says smiling. "I'm being dead serious." "Yes, I am." "Fifty bloom bottles? Really?"

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

“I want pressure. I want mistakes. And I want them to be able to feel the fear of being trapped.” “And what do you gain from this?” he asked carefully. “You do realize that the rogues play their games according to what they want, they don’t really tend to know what being tamed is for later, and they wouldn’t know what the word control actually means, nor do they know what the word stop means if they were ordered to.” I turned to face him, my smile cold and precise. “I start by destroying Marcel.” I said calmly. “I don’t aim for them to stop if they start with the others anyway.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

he kept his gun, a beautiful M677 black mouser. Marko, terrified of the death glare of that man, "Capo! I will find a way to put this blame on anyone to save me. Please g..g..give me two days." Marko stammered, calling his my the title he craved so much. He knew the man in front of him was a lunatic. He could do anything," Go find your death scapegoat. You know I am not patient and I hate to explain myself. " " Cazzo stronzo!I don't want any evidence behind or I can arrange your tombstone" he laughed with a glint of insanity.

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #Chapter_7 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃 #OMNISCIENT_POV 🎶 YAHOO, O, O, YAHOOZEE!!! 🎶 Here in his apartment... Marcus sits down comfortable smile like a sheep as he listens to the old classic music hit by Olu maintain, He sips his juice in comfort and then takes a bite from his suya meat which is heavily covered in pepper 🌶, shortly after that, He farts and smiles in satisfaction enjoying himself.. Suddenly his peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing tone.. He grabs his phone and pauses the music on his mp3 player before answering the call.

She pondered. But she pretended she didn't recognize him. "So, your name is Marco Dela Vega, which is a nice name. What exactly are you going to tell me?" Katleah acts as if she is not guilty. Marco frowned as the girl spoke. "This girl is awful. What mountain did she grow up on, and she still has no idea who I am?" He questioned himself, but he still tried to explain what he meant. "Marry Me," he said flatly.

My phone beeped immediately, it was a notification. The guy with the shirt that says ‘family guy’ he’s sitting on the left side of the bar. Right? Marco and his love for cartoons. I followed his direction and found him, he wore a hat and kept looking down. I didn’t need to be a cop to know he had done something terrible. “Hello, Marco, what mess have you gotten yourself into this time?”