Marcus Lopez Novels & Stories

Once again, Lorenzo made love to me on that bed by a dreamlike sea. His cock carried me higher while his canines sank hard into the back of my neck, sealing his mark, our pact, and our love. I tasted the blood from his veins while we both surrendered to the ecstasy of feeling like one single being. We shook beneath the devastating orgasm that tore through our bodies and left our minds blank. This time, the mark didn’t hurt. It was pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt. Lorenzo filled me completely, but one time wasn’t enough for us. Not when we had finally claimed each other after so much danger, after almost losing each other.

7:15 AM. At 7:30 AM precisely, the private elevator chimed. Marcos let himself in. He carried a slim laptop bag and the faint, permanent scent of strong espresso and ozone. He was a compact man in his early thirties, with sharp, watchful eyes behind wire- framed glasses and dark hair cut short against his scalp. He wore a simple, expensive sweater and dark trousers. He looked like a venture capitalist or a software architect. He was, in fact, the most dangerous hacker on the eastern seaboard and the only person Liam trusted with the architecture of his entire empire.

He nodded, dropping the cup. "Wow. This is good good."He compliments licking the tea off his lips. He stretched his neck tiredly making some cracking sounds. "That means you know some things about him?" "Yes. You have a question?"He asked, turning to me. Marcos is a Russian. He has lots of tattoos,But they are manly. He kept his hair short unlike Stefano, His features scare me a lot even though he's very attractive but He looks dangerous. They don't look like normal office men but I'm trying to not have negative thoughts about what they do.

Because the person sitting inside that second car— Isn’t dead. They’re just unconscious. And when the floodlight hits their face— I recognize them immediately. Marcus whispers the name. “Victor Salazar.”

“Sir, I don’t accept bribes.” He laughed, holding out the ice cream to Leo. “Not a bribe it’s an apology. And… maybe a chance to meet someone as cool as you. Can I get to know you better?” Ariana glared, though her heart skipped a beat. “And… your name?” “Marcus. Marcus Vale,” he said, holding her gaze. Leo’s eyes widened. “Tía, he looks like the princes on your TV shows!” Ariana pinched Leo’s arm lightly. “Shh, niño!”

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

I tried to keep my voice down to avoid attracting the attention of her co-workers. She shrugged. “I told you. He's just a friend. Stop being so dramatic” Dramatic? I let out a dry, angry chuckle and turned on my heels without looking back. I stormed into Alex's office, chest heaving. “Cedric? Is everything okay?” “Does the name ‘Leo’ sound familiar to you?” “Why do you ask?” “Just answer the question,” I snapped. Alex leaned back in his desk, thoughtfully. “Wasn't he one of the assassins under Antonio?”

Kate kisses his cheek and hugs him but he shows no reaction as he grieves in his heart. Marcus stands at 5’11ft and has a pair of cold-looking dark eyes that makes it difficult for most people to maintain eye contact with him. The night’s breeze kisses the top of his head which is bald and blows through the grey hair behind his head as he rolls his black rosary around his wrist.

Chapter 4: Forbidden Variety Lila’s secret life was expanding faster than she could manage. Marcus was incredible, but the thrill of the new had her craving more. She signed up for a Wednesday night salsa class at a trendy studio downtown—framed to Ryan as “stress relief and exercise.” He barely looked up from his laptop when she told him. The studio was alive with rhythm and heat. Bodies moved in sync under low lights. Their instructor, **Javier**, was pure charisma—tall, lean-muscled, with warm olive skin, dark curls, and a smile that could melt steel. His hands guided partners with confident precision.

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.