Marco X Tom Comic Novels & Stories

She could see that Marco was on the brink of something, his tears already starting to form. With a gentle voice, she asked, "Why are you crying?" Marco was quick to wipe away the tears from his face as he glared at her. "I'm not crying! I'm too old for that!" Cris chuckled lightly, amused by his stubbornness. "How old are you then?" "I'm five years older than you!" he retorted, a playful grin spreading across his face. Cris arched an eyebrow. "So, you're thirteen years old?" Marco laughed quietly, as if he was reminiscing about their childhood banter. "No, I'm already ten years old. My mom told me that boys usually grow taller five years after girls, so don't worry, I'll be taller than you s

Marcus ordered him before he leaves, Tom took a few steps back opened a drawer of the side table, the drawer is full of the latest I-phones, he picks one and switched it on and handed it to Marcus, He is an angry bird and has a habit of smashing his things, his mobile is mainly the victim of his anger whether it's a personal or professional problem, his phone got smashed, Tom made this drawer, especially for his phones. All phones in the drawer have the clonal sim card of Marcus contact number. This drawer is upgraded with the latest mobile phones every month.

The way he held the babies. How he always asked me if I was comfortable. The way he always seemed relieved whenever he entered a room and found me there. I was scared. I didn't feel anything in the sense they are asking, But because I did. I lowered my gaze. The mate bond stirred softly inside me. Because loving Alpha Xander Marco came with consequences. His life wasn't normal. Wars followed him. Enemies followed him. Blood followed him. Only a few weeks ago he had gone to battle. And he came back covered in injuries.

Busy morning. Marco threw himself on the grass in the palace grounds. He looked tired after he finished cleaning all the statues in the museum. "You look really excited," said Tom, who suddenly appeared and brought water for Marco. Marco got up and took a sip of the water from the bottle. He was really thirsty. His body was wet with sweat. "Has there been any news about your lover?" Tom asked Marco. Marco shook his head with a smile. "No news about Aleila yet, but I got a hint like a dream that feels real," Marco replied. Tom frowned. "A dream that feels real? What do you mean?" asked Tom, confused. Marco smiled widely. "I had a dream but the dream was like reality. My eyes opened and I saw

“Word is he’ll be gone for weeks.” Marco spat into the tray. “So what's the plan boss? Do we break in, Mark a few territories or–” “It ain’t that simple,” small, dark-eyed Tomas murmured. “After the last scare we gave them, their security got tighter. Almost no blind spots, and a lot more cameras I can swear”

​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."

"Dad, please... answer my question! Who is Don Simon Colster, and why did he try to kill me?" He was on his way home when a bullet suddenly hit his car's two back wheels. Tomas lost control of the vehicle and immediately crashed into a pole. Fortunately, they suffered only minor injuries. Before letting him out, his bodyguards quickly surrounded him and carefully checked that everything was safe. Marco was in the car when he received an unexpected call. He picked up the phone and was taken aback by the voice on the other end. "Marco! How are you doing? Did you enjoy my Honeymoon Surprise?"

Having to watch his twin brother being favored a whole lot more than him. But that doesn't excuse his current behavior now. Marco pointed toward the boxes. “So now I wanna know something," he said, his grin slowly returning. “When everything is stripped away…” he whispered, “who matters most to Rico Romano?” Rico’s jaw tightened painfully. Marco looked completely gone now. Completely lost inside his own madness. “You’re insane,” Rico muttered again. Marco smiled wider. “Maybe," he replied, and his thumb pressed lightly against the timer in his hand. And it started counting down.

If it wasn’t about to get Raven killed, the sheer bravado of it would have been cowboy poetry worthy. “Two minutes out,” Tony said, rounding a corner so quickly the tires squealed. I went over in my mind all that I knew about Marco Vitelli. Former Italian special forces. Expert in interrogation and demolitions. Utterly loyal to Xaviero (maybe since the latter had saved his life after Marco's family tried to kill him for fighting too much. Marco didn't just kill people. He made them suffer first. Made them beg. Made them break.

Make sure to go there". Marcus stood up to leave. "I will surely visit it and will congratulate him personally". Xavier said with clenched fists ------- Tabby