Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

Her eyes snapped to Marcus, then back to Ophelia, narrowing with pure jealousy. Marcus’s gaze scanned the room and landed directly on Ophelia. He smiled, warm and unbothered. “Oh, I didn't know I'll see you here.” Ophelia blinked, then regained her composure. “Same.” Marcus stepped closer, eyes still on her. “Well, you’ve got my full attention now.” Elara looked like she’d swallowed poison. She clenched her fists, trying not to show how deep the wound had gone. Marcus was not just anyone; he was a figure of status and respect. For someone like him to acknowledge Ophelia with such warmth and familiarity stung Elara deeply.

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.”

Was a story written by the man who had held her in his arms just thirty minutes ago. "Now " Marcus said, stepping around the corner of the dumpster his gun pointed at her forehead. "Give me the book give me the drive and lets end this." Clara looked up. The streetlight showed Marcuss handsome face. He looked calm and clean while she was sitting in the mud bleeding and losing everything she thought was true. A strange quiet anger started to grow inside her chest. "You want the drive?" Clara whispered, her voice suddenly strong. Marcus waved his hand impatiently. "Hand it over."

Marcus said, sitting opposite him. “Yeah,this hit real deep,have you contacted Lisa” He asked, “Really Lisa at a time like this,she is doing real good,she even got a new aide” Ethan nodded, “So firstly,I'm killing Michael and Blair” Ethan said, anger in his eyes. “Not so fast man, firstly Orion will take the fall, Orion come in” Marcus ordered. Orion hurried in, falling on his knees, “Boss I'm sorry I failed to protect the Donjon”

“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?

“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.”

“Marcus is with the hybrid now. He will destroy him for us like we ordered. Elara’s chest burned hot with anger and jealousy. She had loved Marcus for years. She loved him since the first day she saw him. Now they sent him away to fuck and then kill some other guy named Noah. She kept her face calm and blank but inside she was on fire like someone threw gas on it. Marcus always followed orders without question. But what if he started wanting Noah instead of her? What if he fell for the hybrid? She had seen that hungry look in his eyes before. She didn't want him looking at Noah like that. She would make sure it never happened. She would go to the city herself. She would fight hard to remind