Marcus Cole 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

Erick felt exasperated towards his colleagues. "I am still a normal person. It doesn't mean that I do not take interest in the girls in the pub meant that I am not interested in girls(human) in general." Erick let out a breath to calm his mind and clear out the silly thoughts... he tried to, but ... Erick could not help but recall what took place before, Luisa hiding under his desk. Erick could feel his body heating up, his ears turned bright red. *knock* knock* Emilia opened the door and saw two persons inside, Ms. Klau and Gion in a weird atmosphere.

"I... I didn't know it would turn into this..." "You didn't know?" Marcus smacked himself in the forehead so hard it made a dull thud. "How many times did I tell you? Dr. Cole is the reason our kids still have a father! I was going to load him up with gifts the second I was back on my feet to thank him properly! And instead, what did you do? You turned around and reported the man who saved me!" His voice cracked. "You've dragged my name through the mud!" The second he finished, he turned back to the camera, his face suddenly full of guilt and sincerity. He bowed deeply toward the lens.

Then he looked back at me, as if Marcus had said something mildly interesting that he was choosing not to address directly. "Your Beta," Cole said, "gives a very tidy speech." Marcus went very still beside me. "I have heard better," Cole continued pleasantly, leaning back slightly on the cot and tilting his face up toward the buzzing light overhead as if he was perfectly comfortable and slightly bored. "The part about indefinite holding was a nice touch. Very authoritative." He glanced at Marcus again. "Did you practice that or does it come naturally?" The muscle in Marcus's jaw jumped. "You think this is amusing," Marcus said, his voice dropping half a register.

Someone who could move quietly and keep their mouth shut. “There’s a guy named Marcus Cole,” I said. “He’s been doing security and ‘special projects’ for my father for years. If anyone knows how to make someone disappear without a trace, it’s him. We start with him.” We agreed to meet in an hour at a quiet spot near the hospital. I hung up and stared at the dark screen of my phone, the image of Lila tied to that chair burned into my mind. I was done playing by the rules. If Richard wanted a war, I was going to give him one.

But enough for him to step back. Marcus watches the interaction with interest. “Ah. So that’s how it is.” “Shut up,” Cole snaps. “No judgment. If I were locked up in a safe house with a woman like her…” Marcus looks at me again, slower this time. “I wouldn’t be doing much sleeping either.” Heat flashes in my cheeks—anger first, then something else entirely when he smirks again. Cole shoves him hard. “Don’t talk about her.” Marcus steadies himself, still smirking. “Relax. I’m not here to poach her.”

“Seven a.m. Don’t be late.” Cole rode the elevator down alone. His body still hummed. His mind spun. The job was real. The man was real. And Marcus Blackwood was supposed to marry someone else. Cole stepped out into the evening air and let the city noise wash over him. He had no idea what he had just walked into. But he knew he was going back tomorrow. And he knew he wanted more. his hole

I can hear Cole whining but when I try to look at him Marcus holds my chin in his hand and turns my head away. "Ignore him," Marcus whispers and bites my earlobe. Ugh that's so hot. His stubble rubs against my skin as he kisses a trail down to my crotch. I gasp when his hands start to unzip my trousers but he's interrupted. "Pink!" Cole shouts and I quickly sit up to see if he's okay. The ice has melted but tears are falling down his face and he's shaking slightly. Marcus jumps off the couch and I follow to pull Cole into my chest for a hug.

"You couldn't just call me? You had to go and test the structural integrity of a highway barrier?" Cole stepped into the room then, closing the door softly behind him. He didn't say a word, but his eyes immediately went to Maya, assessing the child’s comfort, before he gave a respectful, solemn nod to Oma. He walked over to Marcus, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of awe and exhaustion. "Marcus, right?" Cole asked in a quiet, professional undertone. "Yes, sir," Marcus said, straightening his posture. "I’m Richard’s senior associate."

How easy and how swift. And all because of a broken heart. Its just that when Lawrence found out you and Noah struck up that truce, she was devastated. None of us could understand it. Shelby looked to Miles for affirmation. Could we? We thought you were hiding something from her. Miles took off his baseball cap and rubbed his head. All we knew of Noah was that he was supposed to be pure evil. Shelby made claws with her fingers. All hiss! and rawr! and like that.

"This was a mistake, Marcus. We have to take him back. They’re going to kill us." Marcus straightened, his eyes turning into cold flints of ice. He strode forward, grabbing my chin in a grip that made my teeth ache. "Are you questioning me? After everything I’ve done to get you what you wanted?" "No! But—" "There are no 'buts'!" Marcus roared, the sound making Leo flinch. "For once in your life, shut up and do what you’re told. You want the Cole heir? I’m getting him for you. Now stop crying and write the damn note!"