Marcus From Lab Rats Real Name Novels & Stories

Chapter 176 Marcus D****e was popularly known as “the beast" in the prison. And unlike Xavier, he had become heftier and much more muscular. Because of his heavy build and unkempt look, he earned himself the name. One could not even believe that such a man was once a very successful and influential business man just a few years back. Everything and everyone annoyed him, but the one person he still wished to kill everyday was Xavier, and currently, he could see him walk into the dining hall looking left and right quickly with caution and Marcus smiled.

I didn't like it, but I had promised not to get involved, and I knew I had to keep that promise. The warehouse was heavily guarded, and I could understand why Marcus was being careful. Uldrich was the pharmaceutical scientist behind the drug. The Baron might not want us to get the wealth of information he had. "Are you nervous?" Marcus asked me, laying his hand on mine, and I looked at him and smiled. "A bit," I replied, and he kissed me passionately, then placed his hand gently on my flat belly. "Don't be," he said, and I nodded. Marcus was an amazing guy, and I was glad I was able to look past the fact that he had massacred my people and given him a chance.

I said. “And I'm Marcus Lycaon," he interrupted, his eyes sparkling. "I'm sure you don't know my name.” I felt a jolt of surprise, wondering how he knew that. I knew everything about the company except for his name since people didn’t talk much about him. "How did you…?" He chuckled, a low, husky sound. “You've got a lot to learn, Miss Isolde. And has anyone ever told you that you're an open book? All your words are always on your face.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you see him.” Marcus looked at Esme who was disguised as Britney. He extended his palm toward her and said, “Look. A woman like you that makes others bleed can’t get close to any man.” Esme looked at Marcus as if he was an idiot. With his long hair and him wearing traditional garb… He looked like a madman! Marcus then scanned Esme again, “Miss, seeing that it’s fate that we meet here, let me tell you something. I’m a very reputable psychologist. If you’re sick, you can come and pay me a visit.”

he says, stepping aside. The third man doesn’t wait for an invitation. He’s already moving as James steps back – tall, powerfully built, his dark skin gleaming under the bedroom lights. His name is Marcus too, I remember from the profile. Twenty-eight years old. Nine-inch cock, verified by photograph. The photograph didn’t do it justice. His cock is impossible.

I said back with my stomach rumbling after seeing those delicious foods and drinks being served on the table. "Have done in with me, Josh. I can hear your stomach rumbling from here." Marcus offered. "I don't want your papa would think I'm terribly welcoming you into my house." Unfortunately, I can't swallow my pride despite the fact my wolf was famished. So, I'd waited for Marcos to finish his meal. After his meal, he went to his room and grabbed the letter he promised. As he was about to reach out the letter to me, one of the wolves slid closer to his face and muttered, "We got information about the rogues who killed...," he suddenly stopped when he realized my presence in the house.

Although he has never seen anyone from them except Darwin Charles, surely everyone from them is a reputable person in their cities hiding their identity as a gang general, how brilliant. After formally introducing theirselves, the meeting ended. Marcus fished out his phone as it vibrated from his pocket, a group chat named E.W added him as a member, he figured out that it consists of the generals, and everyone has their nicknames changed with their cities. The two went back to the office in the fourth floor, the two was silent as usual until Marcos broke the silence. "Are you disappointed at me son?" He asked. "No." Marcus simple responded. "Why not? I own a gang that do illegal jobs."

“Come on now, I want to play a game when I woke up.” Rox fluttered his eyes, surprised by Marcus’s sudden enthusiasm on presenting himself to the King. Suddenly he chuckled. “W-What is it?” Marcus retorted, gradually feeling embarrassed and regretful for wearing a wide neck shirt. “Nothing.” Rox’s laughter died down, replaced with a subtle smirk. “What was your name again?” “It’s Marcus Collins.” “Marcus Collins.” Rox paused. It seems like he can’t address him as a mere kid anymore.

Black liquid, blood, soaked the dirty carpet; some of them had splashed onto her face and her khaki coat. “He’s so hot, even in death,” Marc said from her side. His name was Marcus, but everyone called him Marc. “It’s an incubus. Of course, it’s good-looking. Stop talking like that about a dead body. Disgusting.” Danica shut him up. Her coat stripped off, she wiped the smelly blood off of her face with it.

Anaya responded, “Are there any people you know named Scar? He killed someone dear to me. Please, if you can, help me in any way.” “This is just between us, right? I don’t want any trouble,” she said, looking side to side. She said, as I agreed, “I don't know this Scar guy personally. Nevertheless, I met a man named Marcus, who was his low-level man. He worshipped that Scar guy. According to him, Scar was planning something big and he would stop at nothing. I don’t know anything else.” “Do you have any idea where we can find Marco?” she inquired.