Marco X Hekapoo Novels & Stories

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!"

"Tch, why didn't you say it earlier? You bastard! since you've answered the question, then I'll be kind enough to make you fresh to meet your father in hell. Thank you, Sheera!' Marco's snake smirked. "Wha ... what? what are you? aaaggghhh..." ***

Gab was about to say something, but his words and mine overlapped. “We will need Doctor Shannon for Marco, right?” I cut Gab’s words off. “For Marco?” Gab stiffened. “Macoy, do you need anything? I will ask Matt to bring whatever you might need. Tell me,” he spoke with his eyes never leaving Marco’s face. “I am fine. But if he can, tell him to bring me a bottle of his strongest liquor. I think I need a booze or something to calm my nerves,” Marco answered. “Are you sure that is all?” Gab asked again.

"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.

When I stepped into Viktor’s office that morning, ready to inform him that he had a pack of idiots running the South Warehouse—men who couldn’t tell good crack from rat poison—I found him lounging on the couch. Marco. He sat there like he owned the place, dressed in a sky-blue button-down that clung to his broad shoulders, and white slacks tailored to perfection. His dark hair was freshly cut, styled just enough to look effortless. That face—sharp angles, smoky eyes, a mouth curved in an arrogant, knowing smirk—made it painfully clear he was used to getting whatever the hell he wanted. Dangerous, handsome, and Italian to his core, he exuded the kind of confidence that made men nervous and wo

Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this. Walking next door back to Kaylee's house with snacks in hand I find them already setting up for the movie "Hi Amanda you bought snacks" Mr Parker smiles at me showing me his dimples if I had any panties they will be damp "Yes I bought as many as i could find " Well what movie did you girls decide to watch?" How about Addicted about that married woman who is a

“After you, Arabella.” My eyes lingered on him for a moment. However, nothing prepared me for what I saw when I walked into the living room. Capo Marco was sitting on the large couch, and a man was bent over the wooden center table. I froze. None of the men had heard me come in. They were too preoccupied, enjoying the gory scene before them. “Look at the mess you’ve made, imbecile!” Marco cursed. His thick Italian accent was laced with irritation. “I have to get a new rug now. You’ve ruined a good rug with your filthy blood! Fesso! (Fool)”

I immediately hooked my arm around his, mentally preparing myself for what was to come. "Let's get you a little prepared." He said as he pulled me to a side of the garden. He grabbed a glass of wine on the way and handed it over to me. I took it in one gulp, relishing the burn in my throat. "Easy now, Chocolate." He took the glass from me and discarded it. "We wouldn't want history to repeat itself." Right. I wouldn't want to get drunk and then do something stupid in front of all these people. "That's the Capo of the Middle West and Western part of America. Marco Barrico; old, greedy, cunning and a big cunt. I doubt he's as good as a shooter as you are." He nodded at a man wearing a bright y

I asked her with my furrowed brows. “Do you know who that is in table four?” she questioned me with a smiling face. “No, who is he? my forehead creased as I responded to her. “He’s the varsity basketball team captain. His name is Marco and his family is rich," she twisted her lips. "A year older than us and a lot of girls on the campus are really crushing on him,” she giggled like she was also crushing on him.

Across the table, Marco was rubbing his temples, looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. "Uncle," Marco sighed. "Last week you said the horse stole the mayor's hat and chewed it." "It did both!" Uncle Tino insisted, completely unbothered. "It chewed the hat to hide the evidence of the sneeze! It was a highly criminal animal, Marco. You have no respect for history."