Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

Marcus suddenly came close to me. His face contorted with anger. He shoved me toward the two men and ordered, "Don't go too far. Just take a few intimate photos and send them to me!" Instantly, I was restrained by the two men. The one I had hit earlier glared at me with gritted teeth as if he wanted to tear me apart. They were just waiting for Marcus' command. Marcus spoke in a calm but arrogant tone. He looked like the statue of a high and mighty god with a face full of false compassion.

With a sigh, she braced herself up for the attention she's going to be getting. Marcus groaned mentally in his head. How much he hated parties but it has to do with his business so he has to be here. "Marcus?" His brows puckered up when he heard Francis calling him. "What?" He asked when Francis gave him a sign. Hope it isn't what he's thinking. He whipped his head to Octavia but paused. He could see the nervousness written clearly on her face. "You're still the talk of the internet, please act like her husband" Francis muttered. Marcus groaned on hearing that. Her presence alone is irking. No, it's not. He… he just doesn't like her presence.

He retorted quickly, “Just the sight of you makes my dick dry. Moreover, this is Nathan’s favorite color, hence the reason I insisted.” Once again, Marco had successfully embarrassed me. He finished off with the adjustments, after which he let go of me. “Pack the clothes. We are leaving.” He said to the saleswoman. The rest of the shopping trip was silent. I didn’t bother to speak, not when I kept cursing myself for how stupid I was to let Marco humiliate me. “Now we have gotten your materials, get to work. If you are truly interested in your freedom, you should take this seriously. It’s simple. Seduce him. Get pregnant. Born my heir. Freedom.”

Anomaly. He was alive. He was moving. And he was heading away from the city, into the barren wastelands beyond. The garden’s response was immediate and dismissive. A single Reaper was dispatched from a nearby outpost to reacquire and repurpose the stray asset. It was a trivial matter. I should have let it go. Marcus was a relic of a dead world. A variable that needed to be smoothed out. But as I watched the Reamer’s blip on the map move to intercept his, something broke inside me. A final, desperate act of rebellion.

Alexis flushed a deep red. At first I thought it was due to embarrassment, then I knew it was anger when turning to me, he said, "I honestly don't know why you think the world a man who refers to you like you're a piece of property. My advice to you is to be absolutely sure if you want to end up with a dictator like him. He'll certainly want to control you like a puppet."

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a

“And this… this is my revenge.” “Revenge for what?” Max’s jaw tightened. “You don’t need to know that.” Marcus tilted his head slightly, studying him. “That’s convenient,” I muttered. Marcus ignored me and continued. “If he doesn’t get the girl he likes…” he paused, his gaze settling on me for a second longer than necessary, “…then I win.” The words landed wrong. This was twisted. And petty. I let out a short laugh. “That’s it? That’s your grand revenge? Making sure Chase doesn’t end up with me?”

By the next morning, my body felt heavy and wrong, like I had been wearing the same fear for too long. The door opened without warning. Marcus walked in as if this were his home and I was a thought he had just remembered. He looked pleased with himself, hands in his pockets, gaze sweeping over me. “I have a surprise for you,” he said lightly. I lifted my head slowly, exhaustion weighing down my limbs. “Should I be excited,” I asked, my voice lazy, scraped raw by disuse, “or should I brace myself?” His grin widened. “I’ve decided to free you.”

“Freedom is never free, my darling. Freedom always comes with a price." Nina's heart pounded in her chest. "What do you mean by that?" Marcus began to walk round her with a deliberate and menacing movement "Freedom is a luxury that only a few can afford. It is risky, that's why only bold people own it. It's a privilege, not a right. And those who seek it must be willing to sacrifice. Are you ready for it?" "Why are you doing this, Marcus?" Nina asked, her voice trembling with frustration. "What do you gain from all this torment?"

Marcus' face reddened, his jaw clenched in fury. "Let me go, I'm going to scream and everyone is going to know what you are up to," Rebecca threatened, fear crepping in, its icy fingers wrapping around her head. "Which one is Hun?" Marco slammed his fist on the table, making her jump. Rebecca bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back the words in her mouth. Marcus didn't wait for her response before he started unbuttoning her bum shorts. He wore just pants for this very reason, easier to get his job done.