Marco X Janna Novels & Stories

She yanked down her dress, picked up her phone, and turned to him, her voice shaking. “Fuck you, Sandro.” “Cute,” he muttered as she stormed out. ~~~NEXT DAY~~~ Marianna stepped out of the mansion, dressed in her usual oversized trousers and hoodie. Her eyes met Marco’s as he stood by the car, flanked by two stoic guards. She frowned. “What the hell is this?” Before Marco could answer, Brittany came rushing toward her, nearly tripping over her heels. “Ma’am—” “Just call me Anna,” she cut in, brushing a hand through her loose hair.

Even though the document he was viewing was finished with the screen and the computer turned off, he still sat facing the thin black screen. Sometimes Marco has to travel the world to control all of his business octopuses, he is a pack leader with dozens of businesses in various parts of the world. This time he will go with Jazzy. He will do what Alpha Xander suggested to him. He intends to seduce Jazzy so badly that she gets drunk with his affection… and in the end… accepts it as a whole. Marco hopes ... after his return from Greece someday ... he can have Alpha and Luna status.

Marco replied, making Letta shake her head. “Don't be so cynical. If you want, you can do it too. Isn't a Marco Jovanka also capable of hosting a party like this?" Letta said, making Marco shake his head. "No, I don't need to, because well, I can do anything without having to be publicized like this. It's too cheap,” Marco said, making Letta smirk. Of course, the dignity of a Marco Jovanka was very high and incomparable to anyone else. Letta then looked outside. It had been a long time since she had left the house, as her days were occupied by Freya and spent around Marco's grand mansion.

But I had no one, all I got were those few minutes with Felix before I was sent back to my desk. My first job for the day happened to be filling a new folder for a new little, he came with Marco, the little trainer. Every little spend some time with Marco to make sure he get’s exactly what he needs, he got his ways with littles and he’s never wrong. They all say he have an eye for littles, he’ll know what you are even before you do, he’s a sexy one for sure, with his blond hair, grey eyes, soft beard, he’s a giant for sure, next to him I look like a petit person although I’m not for sure.

She seems young, and awfully impressionable. Della seems to notice. “Okay, that’s frankly ridiculous, and if any of you believe that then you deserve to be eaten.” Mabel nudges her. “We are just having fun. Everyone knows Ren is just a recluse who hates people. I mean, I haven’t met him, but I’m just going to assume that, and that’s no ones fault but his own.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow. Make sure she is warm and avoid tiring her out. And for the love of the goddess do not get caught.” Nana’s heart sinks and she nods. Her breathing shortens as anxiety fills her chest. She understands that Marco is already becoming suspicious. Maintaining this as a secret is becoming tougher each and every day. **** Marco sits back on the bar in his room, holding a glass of whiskey. His thoughts are occupied with all that has happened in the last couple of days. “Kane better have answers soon,” he mutters, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. A soft sound catches his attention—a faint creak, like footsteps on the floor. Marco sets his glass down, his eyes narrowin

Someone tried to break the tension: “Gianna cheated, didn’t she? You can’t just list your entire net worth like that.” Gianna arched a perfect eyebrow. “Why not? That’s the game.” She sidled up to Marco, pressing her shoulder against his arm. “Don Marco, tell them. Did I cheat?” Marco gave that helpless, indulgent smirk he reserved only for her. “Of course not. You won. The whole point was to make you happy.” He patted her hand. “So, what’s your wish?” Gianna shot me a triumphant look over her shoulder. “Take me to Tuscany tomorrow. I want to pick out a thoroughbred, and you have good taste.”

His guilt and worry added another weight to my already heavy heart. “I’m sure he appreciates your beauty,” Dad said quietly. I kissed Dad’s cheek, and he reluctantly moved away to make room for Jaxon ’s parents. I’d never talked to them and had only seen them from afar at a couple of social functions. Mr. Moretti shared Jaxon ’s dark blue eyes, but his were clouded and his impressive size was diminished by the fact that he supported his weight on a cane. Jaxon ’s mother was elegant and beautiful with dark blond hair pulled up into a perfect chignon. Behind her, Jaxon ’s sisters waited, no less graceful and poised. That was how I was

“We’re trying, bro. But she’s focused on Lexy right now. Kid comes first.” Kaz nodded. “That’s still something. At least she stayed.” Then his gaze shifted. “Marco. Mr. Romantic. Why do you look like you just got dumped by your own love story?” Marco scratched the back of his head, already looking guilty. “Janine saw my messages with Jenna.” A collective wince passed around the table. “Oof,” Stuart muttered. “You’re finished.” “Not finished,” Marco corrected with a sigh. “Worse. Silent treatment.”

Marco's jaw tightened, his sharp eyes looking even more terrifying and making Anna's body tremble. “Just beat him up!” Marco ordered his subordinates. Anna screamed and shouted as Marco's bodyguards approached and were about to beat her up. However, their movement was halted by the arrival of a woman dressed formally in a knee-length black skirt and carrying a Gucci bag in her right hand. “Alena!” Anna's eyes widened. Marco was also intrigued when he saw Alena. “Hey, who is this beautiful woman?” Marco took off his sunglasses and scanned Alena's appearance from head to toe.