Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

A deep rich laugh booms and Orion steps aside giving way for the massive burly figure of a smile with an overly enthusiastic smile plastered across his face, It seems a bit weird but I see the same glint in Orion’s eyes, and the more I look the more I see more of Orion in him, he’s more of an even jacked form of Orion with the slight tinge of age drawn across his face and all too deadly looking scar running across one length of his cheek. “Knowing him, he has probably not said a damn thing about me to you,” he said walking up to me in big steps “I’m Marcus, his uncle and I am from the good part of his family, you must be the Paloma he’s trying to-” The next words die down in his throat follo

“All of it. Even when Marcus tried to twist it into something ugly.” He turned us slightly, shielding me from the worst of the crowd with the broad line of his shoulder, silver eyes scanning the room with that war-hero calm that had once held mountain passes against blizzards. “They did more than hear. They felt it. Look at their faces—the omegas especially. Clara’s little poison campaign just lost its teeth.” His thumb traced the edge of my claiming bite, hidden just beneath my collar but still humming with shared magic. “And Marcus? He’s unraveling. Feel his scent? Sour jealousy, like spoiled wine left in the sun. He thought he could own the narrative. Now it owns him.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Marcus’s smile widened, a flash of something predatory crossing his features. “You might be Luka’s mate,” he said softly, “but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer for it. You could have so much more, Elara. You could have me.” Elara’s stomach churned with disgust. She had suspected Marcus’s intentions for a long time, but hearing the words come from his mouth was still a shock. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, a mixture of anger and revulsion burning inside her.

It drove him mad, and yet he couldn’t stay away. A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he barked. Emma stepped inside, her expression smug. “You look troubled,” she said, closing the door behind her. “What do you want, Emma?” Marcus snapped, not in the mood for her games. “I thought you might want to know,” she said, her tone light but her words heavy, “Odessa’s been making some interesting plans regarding Rosella.” Marcus’s jaw tightened. “What plans?”

Marcus answered and went outside the greenhouse to look for the Great Dane. While Marcus was in the outdoor garden with Sky, he couldn’t help but laugh at his situation. He had a relaxed life at Hacienda Velasquez and everything turned upside down when he joined Ortega’s agency. Maybe it’s time to go back to what he was used to. Veronica must have punished him for entertaining the thought of having another woman. He felt guilty for the times that he allowed Daniella to enter his head and…heart. But now, no more. He should vanish Daniella from his thoughts and he vowed to keep Veronica and Arianna’s place intact. He wouldn’t waver anymore, because he had too much to lose if he would choose Da

I drank him greedily, relishing the taste of him on my tongue, swallowing every drop with eager gulps. Marcus collapsed onto the seat, exhausted yet satisfied. As they caught their breaths, I stared at him, an adoring smile playing across her lips. “Cassandra!” I heard someone call out, but my attention was stolen by the sensation of a struggle—an arm wrapping around my waist, hot breath cascading down my neck. “I’ve been waiting too long, Cassandra.” I gasped, panic surging through me as my eyes met Marcus's. My heart raced in my chest, and I squeezed my eyes shut, reopening them only to realize it was all in my head.

It hit the far wall with a crack and clattered to the floor, screen shattered but buzzing still. He sat heavily on the bed again, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. The world outside his door could crumble for all he cared. He had built an empire, crushed men far greater than himself, yet here he was, undone by one missing girl. And for the second time in many years, the mighty Oswald Escobar wished the world would stop turning altogether, until Orlanda was found. ***

He seemed to understand without needing more, nodding gently. “I think my husband’s seeing someone else… I… I can’t really blame him, though. The lady’s his first love.” I wiped my tears with the handkerchief he’d given me. “That’s sad,” he said quietly, staring into the darkness. “It is.” I glanced at him with curiosity. “By the way, who are you?” “Uh… I’m Marco Ricci, an orphan here,” he said. “And you are?” “Alora Eunice Escarra… De Herrera,” I said, the bitterness hanging heavy on his last name.

“Elianna, this hatred will consume you. There is still time to turn back.” Elianna’s laughter was sharp and cold. “Turn back? No, Father. I have only just begun.” She snapped her fingers. The sound echoed through the chapel, and from the shadows, Marcus emerged, Clara’s grip tightened around the journal as Marcus advanced. Father Benedict moved in front of her, shielding her with his frail body. Elianna’s voice was soft but deadly. “Give me the book, Clara. Hand it over, and perhaps I will let you leave here alive. Refuse, and you will discover just how merciless I can be.”