Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

Elias kissed me slowly, full of pain and love. But as we held each other in the Red Room, I felt the weight of everything crushing down on me. Marcus had won with the blackmail, the sharing, and the endless nights of submission. Book 1 was over. But my real nightmare was only just beginning. Little did I know that being my professor’s pet and Marcus’s sex toy was just the beginning of my misfortune.

couldn't understand why it was me he wanted to keep here. I tried to escape, but each time he found me." "And after that?" "I realized I loved him. Orcanus, like many other centaurs are strong-willed and protective. You feel alone now, but you aren't. Almost every female here was taken from her home and they have found happiness and have grown to love their mates." "Well, I won't love Marcus. He's too pig-headed." Elizabeth muttered. At this, Jewel chuckled. "Much like my Orcanus when I first met him. Eat, you must be hungry. And here, a gown for you to wear." Beside the food was a neatly folded dress made of a beautiful spun cloth of blue. The embroidery at the neckline was delicate and in

“And I don’t want to scare you.” Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happened.” Elara exhaled, slow and shakily. “You know the current book I am writing, right?.” “I know you disappear into your laptop like it’s another dimension,” Fallon replied. “Yes.” “I created characters,” Elara said. “Too vividly. Too much. And one of them, Marek, he… crosses boundaries.” Fallon’s smile faded. “I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?”

“ I’ll show you hurting , “ Marcus hissed , raising his hand. Now . Elias didn’t break the window. He didn’t need to. He moved with a speed that defied the human eye, a blur of shadow that slipped through the gap in the window frame. He’d jimmied opened minutes ago. The light in the kitchen flickered. A sudden, unnatural draft swept through the room, smelling of ancient dust and expensive cologne. Marcus froze. He felt it - the sudden drop in temperature, the predatory stillness that had invaded the room. He turned, still clutching cats’s arm. Elias was standing by the refrigerator, leaning casually against the door. He looked entirely out of place in the cramped, grimy kitchen. His suit was

Marcus simply said he liked being watched. Clothes came off. Marcus was thick, heavy, already half-hard. Imani’s breasts were large, heavy, dark nipples. Kai ran a professional eye over them; Elara did the same, noting cleanliness, tone, the way Imani’s body responded to being observed. When they fucked, Marcus took her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Imani’s moans were loud and genuine. Elara shifted in her seat, heat flickering low. Kai noticed and said nothing. They were marked as possible but not perfect.

this was pure planned betrayal, no damsel in distress act will fool him, he knows what I am. Marcus licked his lips, eyes cold, voice soft in that way people use before they commit real crimes. “I wanted your love,” he said, casual, like he was ordering wine at dinner. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw stars. “Oh, please. Don’t hand me that sentimental merda(crap/shit), Marcus. You? Love? I’ve seen snakes with more loyalty. Tell me another story, stronzo(asshole).” He laughed loudly, unhinged, echoing off the filthy concrete walls.

• MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior. The actions of the characters in this book are not meant to be healthy or emulated. This is a work of fiction exploring the darkest corners of obsession, and extreme power imbalances. Reader discretion is not just advised, it is mandatory. “If you’re still here... you’re already mine. Try not to scream.” ꧁ 𖤓 𖤓 𖤓 ꧂ ꧁ Marisella ꧂ I’m breaking my mother’s heart. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Chapter 2: Midnight Knot The house settled into uneasy quiet after midnight, the storm still howling like a beast outside the thick lodge walls. Elara lay in her old childhood bed upstairs, heart pounding so hard she could barely breathe. Her body was on fire. The brief touch from Marcus in the kitchen had left her soaked and aching, her omega heat now fully stirring, making her thighs slick with need. She tossed and turned, the thin nightdress riding up her thick hips, nipples hard against the fabric.

--------------------- VENOM EMPIRE That's where Marcus lives, alone to avoid suspicious eyes. He just returned home from the club with a girl by his side. Yeah, he's a typical playboy, fucking around however he wants and getting any woman with a snap of his fingers due to his handsome face and perfect body with the money he's flowing in. Marcus and the girl walk into the guest room and, before the girl even realizes it, he's already buried himself inside her, banging her like there's no tomorrow.

Marcus threw Giselle to bed. The Omega was frightened, too scared to move an inch. In front of her, it was not the Marcus she had known before anymore. Right there and then, in front of her, Marcus was nothing different from the devil rising from the ground. He was so ready to kill her.