Marcust Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

He tried to speak again, "Aunt, no -" "The number you dialed is out of reach until you decide to get married," Karise said. "Toot. Toot -" Marcus, "..."

Marcus absentmindedly rubbed my calf while pretending he was actually paying attention to whatever stupid show was on. I had just reached that wonderful state where I was contemplating becoming one with the couch forever when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Unknown number. I frowned. Jarek’s eyes immediately moved toward the phone. Marcus paused. I picked it up slowly. “Hello?” Silence. For a second I wondered if it was spam. Then a familiar voice spoke. “Uh… hey, sweetheart.” Everything inside me stilled. Marcus sat up immediately. Jarek’s entire expression sharpened.

Charise said artfully. Marcus put on his navy shirt first and said, “I can’t babe. I have an important appointment to deal at home, so I’ll eat breakfast there.” He paused as he put his wallet and phone inside his pocket, then he resumed, “See you at the firm this afternoon.” He kissed her cheek and made his way to the door without waiting for Charise’s response. Marcus’ phone rang as he’s about to enter the waiting elevator. A smirked was formed in his lips when he recognized the caller ID.

He doesn’t pick up. I dial it for the second time. My chest pounds with each ring, and on the fourth, he picks up. “H-hello?” Silence. “Marciano?” “What?” He barks with a deep voice. Something recoils inside me. Unconsciously, I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding, and pull my phone away from my ear, instead tapping the speaker button. “Sorry, I-um,” “I’m a busy man, wife.” That mocking tone again.

Mariko nodded and Marcus went back to his friends. As soon as Marcus went back to his seat, Mariko’s phone rang. She frowned when she noticed an unregistered number. It was a call from the other country. ‘Who could this be?’ she wondered. But Mariko decided not to answer the call. She wasn’t the type of person who answers the phone, especially if it was an unknown number. Unless it was a call from her agency. Ring… Ring… ‘Argh!’ she groaned. Her phone was ringing again, and it was the same number who called earlier. Annoyed, she waited for it to stop ringing until she put her phone to silent and put her phone back in her pocket.

Not after his last mistake. "You guys still keep pets, maybe I could show a little bit of demonstration of how it felt." He winked, " it always is better to take directly from a fresh live human." 🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳 Ever wonder why Marcellus was at rehab in the first place? I wonder too.:-)

Before he could respond, the distant sound of gravel crunching under tires drifted up the road leading to his cabin. A car. He turned toward the sound, heart giving a quick, unexpected jump as a familiar old SUV came into view. “Mona,” he whispered to himself. #Marc? You still there?# Barney asked. Marcus picked up the phone from the stump. “Barney, I’ve gotta go.” He ended the call as Mona’s car rolled slowly toward the cabin. ****

He rested his forehead right against the cold rim of his bourbon glass. He did not want to deal with her right now. He did not want to hear about routing codes or dry docks or any of her paranoid, frantic plans. But the phone just kept vibrating angrily against the wood. It wouldn't stop. Marcus grunted loudly in annoyance. He blindly reached out and swiped his thumb across the bright glass screen. He lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello, darling. Guess who's back," she said.

Marcus said. I looked up. "Why?" "Efficient. Tells the whole story in six words." "There is no story." "There is definitely a story." "There is no romance." He took another bite. "I didn't say romance." My phone rang. August. Marcus looked at the screen. "Speaking of no romance." I answered. "Good morning." "My office. Eleven." I checked the time. "Are you summoning me?" "Yes." "At least you're honest." "Eleven, Melody." He hung up. I stared at my phone. Marcus grinned. "Very romantic."

Marcus stood silhouetted in the entrance, smiling. "There you are," he called cheerfully. "Right on time. Dad's going to be so pleased. Oh, and Sophia? Your mother shouldn't have warned you. Now we have to accelerate the timeline." He pulled out a phone, pressed a button, and suddenly police sirens erupted in the distance, growing closer. "I've just called in a tip about an incestuous couple engaging in illegal marriage and pregnancy. The authorities should arrive in about three minutes. Unless, of course, you'd like to come inside and discuss terms for keeping this quiet?"