Marco X Janna Novels & Stories

She stayed facing the dark, shoulders tense, as if turning around would cost her something she couldn’t afford to give. I stepped closer and leaned against the railing beside her. “I never understood what women liked about balconies,” I said lightly, knowing well that it was also Aria’s favorite place to stay. “Standing this close to a fall always seemed… inconvenient. And seeing as you are standing so close to the edge…” Her lips twitched. “Ever been thrown off one?” That earned a smirk. “Once. Metaphorically.” I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. “I can see why Marcel enjoys your presence. Your fire is one that burns without consideration.”

She flinched, her phone nearly slipping from her manicured fingers. "What the—who the hell are you?!" Marco clenched his jaw until the tendons in his neck threatened to snap. The suffocating aura of a man on the edge radiated from his body. "The Jonah you just mentioned..." Marco’s voice dropped into a lethal, gravelly growl. "Was that Jonah Bennet?" Jenny pressed herself flat against the bricks, cigarette smoke escaping her trembling lips. "Yeah. What’s it to you, freak?" "And Hazel Quinn," Marco ignored her, stepping an inch closer. "A brunette? Wears glasses?"

m. "Talk to Xena to manage the club well. Fortunately, she didn't meet me today because she's still abroad. If not, maybe I would question the effectiveness of her work so far," Marco said, making Pedro just nod. Marco indeed had some trusted people like Xena, who managed his club. Xena could be considered a friend whom Marco trusted to manage his assets. This time, his friend was abroad on leave from work, which made Marco somehow not too concerned about whatever he wanted to do.

she seemed to over-exaggerate everything. Brandon turned around, “She’s Jenna, Jenna this is Marilyn, my makeup-artist and costume designer partially. Mar, she’s here to accompany me,” Sorry, Mr Grande? Your son is here to accompany you, not me. I’m doing my duty by being with your son because you’re way too careless to take good care of him.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

she cackled after that. I turned my attention back to Dominic and slowly shook my head. “Aren't you gonna… s… say anything,” I stuttered, forcing my breath out. He heaved and ran his hands through his hair. At the very least, I expected him to look apologetic, to spiral and try to make me feel better, but he bluffed and flung his arms on Tracy's shoulder. “I'll be frank with you, Lena. You're boring. At first I thought you were the one… you know, my mate, but it turns out I was wrong,” he smiled.

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I

"Did Jax mention anything to you about an underground place for safety?" "Hold on, let me think." "Slow turd," Cage said blithely. "Wait, are you Cage Harrison?" One of the girls gasped. "Yes?" Cage responded sounding unsure. "Oh my gosh," the girls squealed except for Emma. "If you're him, then that Zharn is the Beta." "Yup," I replied. "What's your name and your twin in front?" I could sense their gazes averted to me even in the dark.

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

“Girl, I knew he was too damn fine to be safe. But why didn’t you stop when you realized the files were... you know…illegal?” I shrugged. “Couldn’t back down, Daya. You know I hate quitting.” She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d stick. “That stubbornness is gonna get you killed one day.” She leaned closer. “So you think Marco’s, like, from the… Maroon fam—” “Marano,” I corrected automatically. “Not Maroon. And yeah, obviously. Why else would he announce his last name like that? But I don’t get it—I just helped Xavier. It’s not like I’m walking around with the file in my pocket.”