Marco X Star Novels & Stories

Marco blinked, snapping out of his reverie. “Yes, it’s not like I have a choice,” he said, “Let’s get this over with.” Dante moved to help Marco fix his suit, straightening the jacket and ensuring everything was in place. Marco never wore ties. He always preferred the sleek, open-collar look that suited his powerful presence. Once Dante finished with the arrangements, Marco nodded in satisfaction. They both walked out of Marco’s bedroom and headed straight downstairs towards the garage. The Black Lamborghini Aventador was what awaited him at the entrance. He stepped in, Dante following behind.

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.

​ANG TAGUAN NI MARCO ​Hindi sila dumeretso sa AXL Towers. Sa halip, dinala sila ni Xander sa isang abandonadong shipyard sa Cavite. Doon, sinalubong sila ng isang lalaking may pilat na sa mukha at may bitbit na mabigat na baril—si Marco Santillan. ​"Xander! Aria!" sigaw ni Marco sabay yakap sa kanyang matalik na kaibigan. "Akala ko ay tuluyan na kayong naging French royalty at kinalimutan na ang dugong Pinoy."

Xander shouted out, his hand hovering near the hidden security system behind the frame. "It's a friend," replied a familiar voice. Xander hesitated before opening the door gingerly. Marco, an old ally from their concealing days, was standing there. His arrival sent a tremor of bewilderment throughout the room. "Marco?" Xander enquired, standing aside to allow him in. "I'm sorry to barge in like this," Marco murmured, his face stern. "But I have information you need to hear." The family gathered around Marco as he began to talk.

Elara could practically feel his eyes moving over every line. Every detail. Every hidden warning He leaned in just a fraction of an inch closer. Elara held her breath, her fingers tightening around the piece of charcoal until it threatened to snap in her grip. Marco’s eyes lingered on the dark 'X' she had placed over the security panel. For a fraction of a second, his posture shifted, a subtle tightening of his frame, as if he recognized his own instructions staring back at him from the white page. She braced herself, waiting for the demand for an explanation, waiting for the mask to drop entirely.

I tried to stop him, but he just held his hand out to me. “What the hell do you want, Marco?” Frankie asked. The voice held a calm that was all teeth. It cut through the ringing in my ears like a blade. Marco leaned against the splintered bar where glass had not long since looked like stained rain. He was clean, too clean for a man who sent trucks into walls. His suit was the kind that cost someone a funeral, his hands empty and slow. He smiled. “I want what every man with a name wants,” he said. “Power that does not wobble. Territory that pays for loyalty. And I want my greeting to be memorable.”

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.”

“You should try to leave the light on sometimes. You not only work in darkness but your office smells like spoiled coffee.” With that, he stepped out of his office, cackling at his complaints for him to switch off the light and how it's affecting his eyesight. He took unhurried steps down the hallway, still cracking his fingers. His muscles flexed with every move, and his steps echoed on the concrete floor. Marco has a jagged scar running beneath his left eye, over his nose and to his left cheek. He was bald too. The tank top he was wearing hugged his muscular chest tightly and his black baggy shorts did little to nothing to hide his muscular legs.

Max grumbled. “Are you in that big of hurry to die?” Marco returned the smirk as he circled his prey. “You aren’t wolf enough to kill me.” Max taunted. “Actually, YOU aren’t wolf enough.” Marco allowed Jax to surface and joined with him. Marco’s hand shifted into a claw, and he swiped at Max’s chest cutting into his flesh from his left shoulder down across to his right pelvis. “Did you think you really you were going to get away with taking the most important treasure in my life!” Marco growled slashing again, making contact with Max making him hiss again as his blood flowed from his chest.

“But not before I make one more move.” Marco tilted his head. “What kind of move?” Ximena looked out the window at the hazy skyline. “A soft one,” she murmured. “Just enough pressure to see if Rosa breaks before I have to crush her.” Marco grinned. “You’re playing her.” “No,” she said softly. “I’m letting her play herself.”