Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

"Are you heard that Solange got pregnant with Marcos?” "Who is Solange and who is Marcos? "I asked, frowning. "Ah, Tasha, for God's sake," said Ellen still giving a sharp laugh. "Solange is that girl who became Marcos' lover, and who almost got beaten by Tereza, who is Marcos' wife. Solange was having an affair with him here in the company, and his wife didn't know. Now Solange is pregnant and Marcos has disappeared from his job. Every day his wife shows up here to see if she finds him, and every day Solange keeps showing off with her tight uniform, saying that her belly is already growing, but it's been about three weeks since she said she discovered the pregnancy. She didn't even have time

It was now lunch time, and the girl was in the office. To her left, Nikolias stood talking to the headmaster. As soon as the headmaster realized, they hadn’t given Cordovia an AP Science book; they walked over with one in hand. Apologizing for the mess from this morning, the headmaster handed the book over. Cordovia didn’t think anything of it, since this was truly her first private school. She was still trying to understand everything that was happening around her. Barely listening, she then felt a hand on her shoulder. Which caused her to jump, only snapping her out of her thoughts.

And Mariko understood what she was sorry for. The charity event went well. The four of them happened to bump into the members of the Elites; Marcus Reed, John Morris, Christian Mercado, and Lucas Guillermo. Alexis suddenly hid on Orianna’s back as she met the gaze of Lucas. Orianna noticed him drooling at Alexis, so she looked at him with a stern look on her face. Lucas sneered and walked away to get a drink.

Chapter 3: Confession Booth Gangbang The faint crackle of the emergency radio died under another violent roll of thunder, but the rescue signal had already planted a seed of urgency in the candlelit sanctuary. Elias lay sprawled across the communion table, chest heaving, cum still leaking slowly from his freshly fucked hole onto the polished wood. Marcus leaned over him, pressing soft, lingering kisses to his sweat-damp forehead, his large hands stroking Elias’s sides with a tenderness that felt dangerously close to love.

All eyes turned to Isabella, who had gone white as snow. "I didn't know," she whispered. "Marcus told me he was retired, that he just wanted to help me adjust. We'd have coffee, talk about old times..." Her voice broke. "Oh God, I led him right to her." Muna moved to her mother, but her mind was reeling. Marcus Torrino. A man who'd been obsessed with her since she was a teenager. Who'd disappeared from the criminal world only to resurface near her mother, watching, planning, waiting for his chance.

My fingers wrapped around her smooth white skin, and it fitted just perfectly as if made for my torture. “Marco…” She stopped, suddenly realizing she made a wrong choice. Possessed by her sultry tone, I pinned her to the wall, giving me a good angle to admire her provocative outfit. The dress gently raised, baring an unhealthy show of her thick thighs, teasing dirty thoughts of the soft goodness in between… Elara. My thumb skimmed her throat, stroking along her soft skin. When it found the spot I had bitten, it rubbed the fine lines of her scars.

Marcus slurred out, his eyes red-rimmed. This was the first time in years simce I saw Marcus this devastated since College. Marcus then was a newspaper boy who could barely make ends meet and then he had an overbearing girlfriend. Monalisse, if my memory served me right, was her name. “Talk to me man, what is going on with you?” I asked because I did not know much about Marcus's life apart from his company going bankrupt and a little issue with his wife. “I divorced my wife and killed my child.”

They were getting ready to launch the Nora Vale imprint. Marcus looked up. Smiled when Elena and Julian walked up to him. He was holding a book. The first real copy of Elena's new novel. "It just came from the printer, " Marcus said, handing the book to Elena. "It is what you wrote with no changes from anyone else."

She tried to reach me, her nails stretching toward my face, but Marcus pulled me back, holding my shoulders tight. “You won’t get away, Ella!” she spat. Her voice was full of venom, her laugh sharp and cruel. “Soon, you’ll see. You’re already in hell. Marcus protects you today. Tomorrow, he’ll betray you. And maybe you’ll never know the truth!”

she breathed, but it was a weak protest. “Freedom?” Marcus laughed, a sound like crumbling silk. “No, darling. You dream of being used. Of someone tearing that pretty gown off your shoulders and showing you how dirty a soul can get.” He slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her against him. The hard line of his body against hers was a shock, a thrilling, terrifying violation. His mouth hovered at her temple. “Meet me tonight. The old chapel. Let me write the first verse of your corruption.” Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs. She nodded, a silent pact with the devil.