Novel & Cerita Marcus And Ginny Head Scene

“Take Rylan and Knox to the special room. The one we prepared. Let them think about their failures while we prepare for the finale.” “What about the girl?” one of the Skulls asked. “She comes with me.” Marcus grabbed my arm, hauling me to my feet. “I want to get to know my future… companion.” “No!” Knox tried to lunge again but was pinned by too many men. “Don’t touch her! Marcus, I swear to God…” “You’ll what?” Marcus turned to look at him. “You’re beaten. Your club is finished. Your woman is mine. What exactly are you going to do about it?”

“Young man, why have you called us here? If it’s nothing serious you let me know now so I can be on my way. I have an important place to be right now.” Ginny didn’t say anything. She kept calm while observing me intently. She looked at me suspiciously with furrowed brows as if sensing something was off. I turned towards the door and made the signal for Frank to bring the lady in. He dragged her like a criminal to the centre of the living room while she was doing her best to resist to no avail. Upon seeing her, Martin and my father’s expression quickly darkened with an uncontrollable rage. Ginny’s mouth fell open in shock while my mother gasped in a mix of awe and surprise.

She was in charge of the pack’s health and wellness. “Her scent was strong.” “We’re glad that you are safe. So what are we going to do about the Rival pack” Marcus asked. My eyes shone with anger and I declared. “We’re going to war”

I told him as I halted abruptly. Marvin was about to continue jesting me when my gaze caught someone in front of the private ward. He was staring at me like I was a sharp pain in his eyes. Marvin furrowed his brow and followed my stern look. "Bro, don't tell me, you kissed Ms. Weasly!" he whispered while his gaze was fixed on him. "What if I say yes!" I also glued my orbs to him.

Between my legs, I was already getting wet. “You’ve grown up so much,” he said quietly during a quiet scene, voice low. “Hard to believe you’re nineteen now.” I tilted my head to look at him. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Marcus.” He didn’t correct me for using his first name. His eyes darkened, just for a second, before he looked back at the screen. “I know.” The movie ended. We sat in the silence for a long moment, the only sound our breathing and the faint tick of the clock on the wall. His hand was still on my waist. My heart was racing.

It was a very selective excerpt, like a long and smelly Korean drama, with classic scenes cut from the middle. First, Mr. Marcus made a stunning entrance with his five secretaries, who were all elegant and distinctive. Then, there was a bloody scene of Mr. Marcus beating up Mr. Winston, while Miss Jessica watched calmly. There was also a scripted dialogue: Miss Jessica: Honey, you're amazing. Narrator: Mr. Marcus, so cute, so cute. Every woman should marry him... I love you, I love you. Jessica shivered, endured the goosebumps all over her body, and continued reading. Next, there was a picture of Quincy appearing with Crystal. The photography skills in the picture were excellent, capturing t

At the end of the aisle, beneath a beautifully decorated arch, stood Marcus. He looked stunning in his white suit, dark curls falling over his forehead. The way he gazed at me— his emerald eyes filled with love— made my heart race. This was it. Our moment. I took a deep breath and walked down the aisle. Every step felt like a dream. My entire world narrowed to Marcus— his smile, his warmth, his everything. Then, it happened. A gunshot shattered the air. Gasps. Screams. Chaos. I turned sharply, my heart hammering. My eyes landed on a familiar figure at the entrance. Adrian.

"He surprised me by showing up here today." Marcus fought back his jealousy and extended his hand towards Romeo. "Nice to meet you, Romeo," he said, trying his best to sound friendly. "Heather has mentioned you before." Romeo grinned and shook Marcus's hand firmly. "Likewise, Marcus," he replied, instantly reading the uneasiness in Marcus's eyes. "I've heard a lot about you too." Heather looked back and forth between the two men, sensing the tension in the air. "Is something wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

I halted, needing to sniffle back tears. "And? Can't a maid stand up for herself?" he lowered his head, ensuring we locked eyes. "Why did you decide to speak up?" I inquired, lifting my head. "Why did you openly refer to me as your wife? I thought you'd be ashamed," I pressed on, finding his way of listening to me intently peculiar. His gaze was intense, and he lowered his head, almost peering through his eyebrows. "Be--" before he could say anything, Ginny returned with some ointments and bandages.

She called his name who bit something sensitive making her shiver. "Keep calling my name." He whispered in her ear and opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Ginny looked in his eyes who was smiling and his eyes were shining with excitement. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*