Novel & Cerita Marcus Black

Damien sat back in his chair as he said goodbye to Marcus and ended the phone call. Lila was upstairs sleeping. Christ, when he thought about what she’d gone through, he wanted to hunt down those two bastards himself. But this required some more delicate manoeuvring, which is where Marcus came in. His friend had some far-reaching connections. Marcus had immediately promised to contact an old friend of his who owned a security firm. Hunter Black was a former Navy SEAL and his employees all had a military or Government background.

Cassandra froze, her blood running cold as she slowly turned around - her eyes widening in horror as they landed on the figure standing before her. It was Marcus... but not as she had ever seen him before. He was dressed all in black, his face obscured by a mask - but there was no mistaking the cruelty in his eyes, the malice in his smile. "I told you what would happen if you defied me," he said, his voice low and dangerous as he took a step forward - his hand reaching for something at his side. "I told you that you would regret it... and now, it seems... I was right."

Aria's POV Marcu‌s cam‌e through the kitchen door while I was still at the table. He had his tab⁠let and the expression of a man who had rehearsed what he was about to say and still wasn⁠'t happy with an‌y version of it⁠. "Where's Mr Blackwood?⁠" he sai‍d.‌ "Study‍," I said. "Sit down, Marcus." "I sh‍ould probabl⁠y wait f‌or…"

This kind of life continued for two years. At the time, young Marcus was a notorious figure in the black market, known for his small stature but incredible explosive power. He had an unstoppable sharpness that no one could block. That year, Marcus was only 13 years old, but he looked delicate and refined, with quick reflexes and a fierce gaze that resembled a messenger from hell. At the age of 13, Marcus didn't know how to restrain his sharpness. Adding to that, he had been severely hurt and had escaped from a mental hospital. He hadn't spoken a word for almost three years, as he was diagnosed with a mental illness.

"Hey... you." Marcus raises his eyebrows, as he peers at River whilst clutching a Murphy's Pizza bag. Stacked with food in one hand and a large pizza box in the other. "I should fight you for being so unreachable since Prince James Bordeaux ran off to England." Marcus pushes past River, then halts when he sees Sebastian, head buried in a blue file jacket. "This is my boss, Sebastian." He turns to Sebastian, clearing his throat. "Mr Black, meet my friend Marcus." River gestures to the studious young man, dressed in a fancy grey suit, with a tie and vest under it.

Marcus pov The unfamiliar black car parked too close to me, igniting a surge of anger within. I struggled to find enough space to move away. “Who the hell are these guys?” I growled, straightening up. As the car door swung open, two muscular men stepped out, clad in black sunglasses and blazers. Their appearance didn’t frighten me, but it made me uneasy about their intentions. I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance and falling into the gutter. "Black needs you, Marcus!"

Then zilch. Marcus Blackwell was out.

Travis Maybe this was a bad idea hosting the game while Kaylee and her friends used the pool , I wish I didn't notice that a particular girl barley legal has on a thong bikini I also don't like the way the guys are looking at her ,or how I am looking at her as she laughs with a boy I don't recognise is he her boyfriend?. "I don't remember high school girls looking like that while i was in high school " Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for.

I turned, my eyes widening in shock as I saw who was standing before us. Marcus Blackthorn. He was the last person I had expected to see, but was excited for his presence. His eyes were cold and calculating, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of us. “Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Look who decided to show up.” He spoke looking between myself and Shadowvale. “Marcus,” I heard Shadowvale call out to him. “What do you want?” His smile widened, a sinister glint in his eyes. “Oh, I’m just here to have a little chat. You see, things are about to get very interesting.”

Back in the 1970s, he and Mauritius used to be Marcus' saviors against the bullies, as they pitied how weak Marcus was. At that time, Marcus was thankful to them. He could still remember the smile of gratitude and laughter he made whenever they needed to save him. ~Seems like I owe you again Quillion~ Those are the words Marcus used to say to him. As Quillion remembers it now, he felt a pang of guilt and a surge of regret. "Marcus is the Headmaster of the Black Order... The person that ordered to kill my Samara." He uttered as his sight turned wolfish. A hot flash of burning anger seethed through him. He closes his eyes, calming himself. He didn't want to get his son worried.