Novel & Cerita Marcus Black

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"Because it happened to me too." The admission dropped like a bomb. Marcus's dark eyes gleamed with ancient malice. "I am not the Marcus Blackwood who grew up beside Alpha Richard Silvermoon. I am the Marcus from a parallel reality where I successfully killed Zack's father and took the Alpha position. I died in my timeline during a challenge—but instead of ending, I slid here. Into a reality where I was still just a Beta, still loyal, still weak." "Moon Goddess," Zack breathed. "How long?"

“Then you die slow. Boss wants it personal. Says you owe blood for the jobs you botched back in ’21. The Vane hit that never stuck. The Blackwood Media collapse that cost us territory.” Marcus’s eyes flicked to the window. Rain blurred the streetlights. Somewhere out there, a black SUV idled—unmarked, tinted, engine off. He’d spotted it two blocks back when they dragged him from the office parking lot. He’d kept his mouth shut then. He kept it shut now. Vito picked up the silenced Beretta. “We can start with fingers. Or toes. Your choice.” Marcus exhaled through his nose. “You really think the Vane-Blackwood machine forgot about me? You think they didn’t leave a tripwire?”

said the Princess. "He is very skilled, your Majesty, more than those men but I have been training my whole life," I replied. "Most curious, his accent or the way he speaks, is not familiar. What is your family name, young man?" the advisor asked me. "Black. My name is Marcus Black," I replied. "I want him cleaned up and brought to my chambers. Give him more to wear than that potato sack. Captain, he is not to be harmed, do you understand?"

“He doesn’t let people in. Not really. And the ones he does let close? He protects them. Fiercely. Sometimes recklessly.” The words sent a strange shiver through her. She wanted to ask more, to pry into what Marcus really meant. But before she could, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting into something unreadable. “I’ll leave you to your coffee, Ms. Adams.” He stood, straightened his jacket. “But take it from someone who’s known him a long time: Damien Blackwood isn’t the danger. The danger is what happens if you convince yourself you can resist him forever.”

Marcus frowned, his eyes narrowing, “What else could she want? She used you, Kaidon. After all, she took my money and said she was going to leave you.” I shook my head slowly, a sardonic smile tugging at my lips, “You really don’t see it, do you? You, Marcus BlackWood, the man who prides himself on seeing through everyone, you don’t even realize you’ve been scammed.” His brows furrowed, “What are you talking about?”

The door wasn’t even latched all the way. It swung open with a soft click. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Fuck,” I whispered, freezing right there in the doorway. The room beyond was massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows with heavy curtains half drawn. And right in the middle of it all, Marcus Black. He stood beside the bed, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open over a chest that looked carved from stone, muscles shifting under tanned skin. Wait—what the fuck!? His pants were shoved down just enough. One big hand wrapped tight around his thick cock, stroking slow and deliberate.

Jason said again. Grace looked up this time, She knitted her brow at him, She wondered Deep within her why Jason seemed so chatty about the topic, It was something that she couldn’t understand. He seemed to know more and wanted her to know more as well, She didn’t ask further, She played it as a common coincidence. “I do not understand the rumours you speak of, Please Enlighten me”. Grace said sitting up. “Mr Black is a well known player”. A familiar voice said interrupting them, Grace and Jason turned to see the person, only to be met with a smirking Gerard and a very exhausted and half awake Louisa.

“Your mission is simple.” starts the mission programmer as she opens a file, takes some pictures and places them on the desk. “This is Peter Mars, the vice president of PM Corporation. Last week, he caught the director, Lucas García stealing money from the company’s safe. Despite his begging and cries, Peter wants to send him to prison and destroy his family’s life.” “On which side are we? Who’s the bad guy?” I raise an eyebrow. “The bad guy is Peter.”