Marcus Gunnarsen Girlfriend Novels & Stories

This relationship doesn't seem healthy at all. After the dishes were washed and dried, I walked back to my room and took my phone. I turned it on, and calls and notifications from my assistant flooded my screen. I swiped them away and went to a blue app to look for anyone I could reach: Angela, Emma, or even Olive. "I can't hide from Marcus forever." Just then, a notification popped on my screen. (For the first time, Hollywood filmmaker Prince Marcus attended the GEX awards without his wife, fueling ongoing rumors of a marital crisis with actress Charlotte)

His eyes were sparkling with admiration for his brother . Marcus chuckled hard " Thank you my boy ...there is a thing I want you to know " he said blushing with excitement . " yeah ...what is it ...you are blushing " Magnus said teasingly . He has never seen his brother blushing . It was so new . He looked adorable like a child though . " There is a girl ..Her name is Ariel...she is the daughter of Spainsh Mafia leader ...I think ...I have fallen in love with her ...I want to marry her " Marcus said scratching his hairs avoiding gazing as it made him flushed .

He asked, and I don't blame him, he knew I only taste them once, I don't repeat my women. "Marcus." My voice dropped low, dangerous. He held up his hands, but the amusement didn’t fade. "Fine, fine. But you’re not gonna like it." "Try me." "She’s married." “What?” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. "Bullshit." "Boss, she's not just married," Marcus continued, watching me like I was a bomb about to detonate, and clearly enjoying the sight before him. "She’s married to one of our partners, Dustin Mason. The one who just landed the half-billion-dollar grant."

After eight years together, Brenda Townsend finally agreed to marry me. I was over the moon. First, I could spend the rest of my life with the woman I loved. Second, I could finally fulfill Grandma's wish so she could leave this world without regrets. On the day we were supposed to get married, I arrived early at the city hall and realized the only person waiting at the entrance was Brenda's best friend, Megan Cunningham. Megan lowered her gaze and said she came to celebrate her best friend's special day.

Marcus said in a stern deep voice, his finger brushing against her mother's face. Serena was a fighter, in front of the pack she held herself high. But in front of her mate, she melted. She had a happy smile on her face and her eyes looked like running water. So much love was in her eyes as she pulled the two people, she loved more than herself into her arms. They held their little girl between them for a while before they eventually split. Morana watched as Marcus left with tears running down his cheeks, he kissed her cheeks and forehead promising he to see her again.

I told them. He put the gun back in the waistband of his jeans. "We are going home. Come, Clara." I scowled at him. "She's not going anywhere." I would break his nose if he dared to say another word about taking her away. "We're partners." Marcus said before we could attack each other. "And we have Alice and Gena to give us troubles. As you're our partner. You'll stay in one of the villas on our island. And..." He tugged my wife and put his arm around her shoulder. "She won't be more than five minutes away. What do you say, Sister-in-law?" He asked.

“So? Mine are never what we’re supposed to paint. Remember the last one we did? Mine ended up being all stick figures, and I don’t even remember what else. It was still fun though, right?” “Yes, sugar pop was it was fun.” “So we’re all still going tomorrow, right?” “Of course we are.” Jessie agreed with a giggle, and I nodded. “See babe, I told you that I’d have plans so you could go work on the house without me in the way.” Norm said to Marcus than kissed his cheek. “I heard.” Marcus chuckled. “Wait. He’s your mate?” Zeke asked of Marcus, pointing at Norm. “Yes he is. We just celebrated our 1 year anniversary. Best damn thing to ever happen to me to be honest.” Marcus responded, brows lower

I asked him for the second time, hoping to get a reply that suits my expectation. I stared straight at his eyes, trying to find answers. I watched his eyes as they darkened, his brows furrowed in a twist of what seemed like anger. “This is Tianna, she’s my girlfriend,” he finally spoke, without an ounce of hesitation or guilt. I felt an undiluted pinch in my heart. “What does that mean?” I scoffed. “Marcus our mating ceremony is in two fucking days, what do you mean by she’s your girlfriend?” I forced a smile and tried to reason with him.

one of Marcus's friends said as he shook his hand. “Who is this damsel here” another chimed in, smiling mischievously I shuffled on my feet at that. Who was I to him? Do I already qualify as his wife? I suppose not, since I haven’t signed the contract. “She’s my girlfriend” Marcus said, putting his hand over my shoulder I smiled nervously, feeling a bit relieved. However, his friends' reaction wasn't what I expected. Instead of congratulating Marcus or welcoming me, they started catcalling and hailing him

Nicholas looked horrified. “When?” “Yesterday.” Marcus started laughing harder. “Stop encouraging her.” “I’m not encouraging anything. I’m appreciating the fact that your girlfriend received firearms training from my seventy-year-old mother.” “She’s not my—” Nicholas stopped. I looked at him. His jaw tightened. Interesting. Marcus caught it too. “Oh, this is delightful.” “Marcus.” “What? You were about to say she’s not your girlfriend, weren’t you?” “This is not the time.” “It’s never the time with you.”