Marco X Star Novels & Stories

He even had the courage to wink at me. "Excuse me?!" I screeched and moved away, disgusted. "Don't worry, babe. It has tinted windows," he smirked, like telling me that detail would miraculously change my mind. If he was trying to break the ice or just straightforwardly proposition me, I didn't have a clue. "Yeah, I don't see that ever happening. Sorry," I apologized without emotion. "As they say, never say never," he winked at me. And, as if right on cue, Marco walked into the room looking deliciously hot as he rocked a maroon shirt that hugged his torso and showed off the ink on his arms with an ash jean.

He stood, his movements fluid and predatory, and crossed the room to offer a hand. "Hello. I am Marco," he said, his deep, melodic accent hinting at his Mediterranean pack origins. His icy blue eyes held a sharp, inquisitive glint. Standing well over six feet with a powerful, corded build and a razor-sharp jawline, he was the personification of a lunar fantasy.

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.

Marco said with confidence in his voice. “No. Why would I hate someone’s preference?” “Thank you, boss. The, is it true that you like Yric?” Marco didn’t waste the chance to ask while Xurden talked freely. He looked at his assistant angrily after saying those words. “I will not only cut your tongue. I will also do it on your hands if you don’t stop thinking like that,” he warned him. Marco took a gulp of his own saliva. “I am also thirsty,” Marco said and walked fast toward the kitchen where the noise came from.

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The man snickered. I ground my teeth as I looked at him with pure hatred, which is when I noticed something. They didn't just have tattoos, but rather one specific one stood out. They all had a matching cobra tattoo. "You're from the Cobras." I remarked, verbalizing my findings. "Which would make your boss Blaze Maddox." "What makes you think I'm not Blaze?" The man asks.

A growl rumbles over the noise of cracking bones as he rises to stand at his full height, the wooden floor creaking beneath his weight. As the three others stand watching in silence and shock, and before they have time to react, Marco starts stalking towards them dangerously. He outstretches one of his arms and drags his claw across the wall, embedding deep claw marks into the cement as an uncomfortable scratching noise emits from this motion.

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

She feels the tension even if she doesn’t understand all of it. I know I fucked up with Xander. I know how bad it looks. I still don’t care. I won’t let anyone disrespect her. Not him. Not anyone. My phone vibrates inside my jacket. I leave it there. Marco’s phone buzzes right after. He checks it, his jaw tightening. “And so it starts,” he mutters. “What?” He turns the screen toward me. The video is shaky. Grainy. Still clear enough. Me. My fist. Xander Chen. The Gala of Hearts. The Éclat Magazine watermark sits in the corner like a warning.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.