Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

The sickening slap of flesh against stone echoed across the silent courtyard as Ophelia, her control snapping, grabbed Wren by the collar again and slammed her back against the unforgiving stone table. Wren gasped, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Ophelia’s eyes blazed with an inferno of rage, her face inches from Wren’s, her voice a low, furious snarl. “Don’t you dare bring him into this, you conniving little snake!” she snapped, her grip on Wren’s collar tightening painfully. “Marcus left right after breakfast this morning! I walked him to the gate myself, personally saw him off. He hasn’t been anywhere near that villa since! He’s not like you, Wren—he doesn’t pretend to be sweet and inn

Marcus was thrashing in his cell, with only a wall of wood separating him and Elodie. “Well, well, well. How’s your exclusive stay here, Marcus?” Kallias drawled with amusement gleaming in those icy eyes. “Get me out of here!” he spat. “Oh, I will...” Kal clicked his tongue. Evadne scoffed. “After all, your grander cell is waiting for you in the Prison of Despair.” Marcus blinked once, then twice. Elodie in the next cell gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.” “I already dared, Marcus.”

DOM I'd sadly figured out that I'd become lightweight. Waking up the next day with Marcus's arm flung over my chest, head in my armpit, and legs tangled with mine was painfully eye-opening. I'd come back from Miles's room smug, swigging more from the bottle and fingers smelling fresh of her cunt. But Marcus only looked me up and down with an eyebrow raised. "What happened to my book?" He asked, looking at his nails like he couldn't be bothered. They were NOT fucking. Obviously. So it was something else. Something I was still kept in the dark about.

And beneath the image… A printed sentence. Regulators will begin inspections tomorrow. Lorenzo looked up at the woman. “What does Marco want from me?” Her smile remained perfectly calm. “Just cooperation.” Back in Milan, Elara stood alone in her office. The city lights stretched endlessly outside. Her phone buzzed. Another message from Marcus Hale. Bellini just received a visit. Her pulse slowed. From Marco? Marcus replied instantly. Yes. Elara stared out at the skyline. The first true fracture in Orion was about to happen.

Leila asked. Marcus nodded his head hurriedly as he did the zip the mouth with his hand. “So, you didn’t get our sympathy 'cause we knew that you were pretending to get it unlike me!” “Now get out,” Elana said as she dragged Marcus from his seat and towards the room. “I came to tell you about the book, The Sow of the Blood.”

Marcus' pov Tuesday 10th December 2019 *********************************** Talking to Orion is my least favourite thing. He keeps asking me questions I don't want to answer. I just want to forget what Adrian did to me, I don't want to tell him about it. But he insists on me telling him everything. So far I've just ignored his questions. He already knows everything that happened, he read the police report and Nathan told him how I've been. At least today I'm not tired. I actually slept well because I was on a comfy bed and I didn't have a nightmare. My ribs are feeling better definitely, being able to stretch out has helped them a lot.

“You’ve made your intentions clear, and I don’t appreciate your interference. I’m handling things my way, not yours.” I frowned, a shiver running down my spine. Marcus? I hadn’t heard that name in a while. Marcus was one of Stefan’s close friends, someone he had trusted in the past, but I knew the man’s character well enough to know that there was always something off about him. He was a slick talker, always a step ahead, but never fully trustworthy. I leaned against the railing, wondering if I should make my presence known. My mind raced with possibilities. What was this conversation about? Why was Stefan so upset?

Velvet. I didn’t step inside—I couldn’t. My feet were stuck on the ground, my heart stumbling. “Marco... what is this?” I whispered. He turned to me. Smiling. But there was no warmth in it. “This, Leona,” he said, “is where little girls who disobey me learn not to disobey again.” My knees nearly buckled. “Marco—” “Keep your mouth shut, kitten.” He unbuckled his coat and let it fall to the floor. The rain had soaked through his white shirt, making it cling to his muscles.

“Do you know? Does your family know?” Marcus’s lips pressed together, silent. “What happens if they scare me off, if I leave before the year is up?” My words came faster, sharper. “Do they know it all goes to charity?” I shook my head. “Not everything is a game, Marcus.” Something flickered in his eyes. He closed them, just for a second, then opened them again. He leaned in until his lips were nearly touching mine. “That’s the thing, Heiress,” he whispered. “If Elosie taught me anything, it’s that everything is a game. Even this. Especially this.”

“Hot. Pissed off. Tired. Confused as hell. Pick one.” His mouth tightened, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “You’re not making this easy.” “You think?” A shout tore from the far side of the room. Elara was still at the window, firing back at the hunters with something cold and silver in her hand. The room smelled like rain, gunpowder, and wrecked nerves. Marcus didn’t even look away from me when he spoke. “I need you still.” I blushed for a minute there. “Marcus—”