Marcus Coloma Novels & Stories

I replied. Marcus Marcus has a high school diploma and an auto mechanic certification. He’s an ex-con. No family. Well, he has family, but they all deserted him after going to prison. Getting a job is difficult because of his past. Marcus didn’t get to ask Orion the things that were weighing on his mind. He remembered the woman he saw. It looked exactly like Marrisa, but older. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he walked into the lunchroom and joined the rest of the employees on break. He was deep in thought, so he didn’t participate in the discussions that was taking place. His mind was focused on the woman he saw around town the other day. It is messing with his head and makin

“My dear, Valerian sees you. More than he dares to admit. I’ve served in this household for years. I’ve seen the rage in his eyes during battle, the cruelty he shows to enemies, the indifference he carries like armor. But with you… he’s different. He’s softer. Quieter.” “Quieter is not the same as present,” Nivera said, bitterness rising in her voice. Martha offered a small, sympathetic smile. “He’s confused, Nivera. That man has built his life on losing people. You’re the one he didn’t expect.” “I shouldn’t have kissed him. I shouldn’t have confessed,” she whispered. “Now I’ve ruined everything.” “You spoke your truth,” Martha said firmly. “And there’s no shame in that. It takes courage to

“Yes, I'm looking forward to it. he said humbly. Charlotte and Marco instantly became friends. He was her first friend at Harvard. All the while they fought across campus. Marco was always very friendly and approachable. Charlotte learned from her roommate, Johanna Chan, that Marco was very popular at Harvard. He was the president of the Student Council, editor-in-chief of Jornal Escolar, president of the Chess Team, and was the last winner of the Academic Decagon. He was something of a student prodigy and was sure to graduate with honors in Business Administration. Charlotte was very impressed by her friend's accomplishments. — Did you know that Marco's family owns Villa-Lobos Internacional

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Just watching. That was worse. Every other night I knew his next move. Tonight I didn’t, and the not knowing sat under my skin like a splinter I couldn’t locate. I went to get dressed. “Big spender,” Mikela said, nodding toward the VIP corridor. “Asked for you specifically. He’s clean, has a good record, and tips well.” “Name?” “Marcus Cole. Property developer. Been coming here for six months.” She handed me the booking slip. “Don’t say no.”

I said. Elena turned her phone to face me. A photograph of a man, Late 40s, completely unremarkable in appearance, the kind of face built not to stand out. "His name is Marcus Cole," she said. "No relation to Damian. He is a private security contractor who has spent twelve years handling situations for wealthy clients that could not be resolved through legal means. Three of his previous clients had significant enemies. In each case, within six months of Marcus Cole being engaged, those enemies suffered serious accidents. A fall, a car collision, a sudden severe illness. Nothing was ever proven and nothing was ever traced." She paused. "He is very good at what he does precisely because he lea

It felt good to see a familiar face. “What happened to you?” Luisa asked, speaking in an excited rush, as she always did, her slight Hispanic accent coming through, as she had only moved here from Puerto Rico a few years before. “I’m so confused! I thought you moved!? I texted and IM-ed you, but you never responded –” “I’m so sorry,” I said. “I lost my phone, and I haven’t been near any computers, and–” Luisa wasn’t listening. She had just noticed Caleb, and she was staring, mesmerized. Her mouth literally dropped open.

And Mariko understood what she was sorry for. The charity event went well. The four of them happened to bump into the members of the Elites; Marcus Reed, John Morris, Christian Mercado, and Lucas Guillermo. Alexis suddenly hid on Orianna’s back as she met the gaze of Lucas. Orianna noticed him drooling at Alexis, so she looked at him with a stern look on her face. Lucas sneered and walked away to get a drink.

Our meetings have all been positive and the fact he calls me Vanessa says he respects my choices. A low hum of growls ignites in the air, the wolves anticipating the final bond. I’ve missed whatever Alpha Crane has said, my mind too focused on what comes next. Marcus ’s palm encircles the back of my neck as he steps into my space, placing my head near his upper thigh. He’s tall and wider than me, as are most male shifters. I’ve always been petite for my status, my alpha tendencies inside more than outside. “Close your eyes,” Marcus says softly, his opposite hand going to my cheek in a tender caress. “This is going to hurt.”

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand