Marcust Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

I sought confirmation of the address he had mentioned during our previous phone call, and he admitted its correctness. At that moment, a waitress approached our table, likely to take our order. Marcus swiftly agreed, but I declined. We inadvertently spoke in unison, causing the waitress to humorously inquire, "Which is it, then?" Marcus attempted to persuade me to order, but I firmly declined, citing the need to return. As he persisted, my cellphone suddenly rang. It was Jax, the head of the bodyguards, urgently asking where I was and mentioning that my mother was looking for me.

"Thanks, Zach. But no, it's ok. I think I'm just overtired. I've been working on these plans for a while now, and I guess it just caught up with me." "Ok. If you're sure, just remember you can call me whenever. I'll be there right away if you need." "Thanks, Zach, but no, I'm ok. I'll be fine." I replied. Zach disconnected the call a moment later. "Mam?" The cabbie quipped, looking at me. "Can you take me back to the condo? But can you take me to the back entrance instead?"

MARCUS I was sound asleep, dreaming of nothing in particular, when my phone rang, jolting me awake. I fumbled for the phone on my bedside table, groaning as I answered the call. "Hello?" I grumbled, my voice heavy with sleep. “Marcus, it's me, Mike," came the urgent voice on the other end of the line. Mike was my cousin from my mother’s side. "Mike? What's going on? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

His phone was in the palm of his hands, he kept on staring at it with expectations of it disappearing so he won't have to face sprawled claws. Her phone rang once. Please don't pick up. Marley silently prayed. Then twice. Yes don't pick it. Now midway the last ring, he hoped she wouldn't pick up so he could hang up and have a justifying excuse he called but had to response. "Marley Austein Woods," the voice which called out the names sounded like a screeching chalk on a board. "Will you tell me what kind of evil spirits consumed your body and soul to have made you ignore my calls for so long?"

In my past life, his men had contacted me through this number when they came to collect Marcus' debts. This time, I was going to give them a helpful heads up. I dialed the number and waited as it rang. After three rings, a gruff voice answered. "Kozlov Enterprises." "Hello," I said, disguising my voice slightly to sound more nervous and uncertain. "I'm calling about Marcus Martinez. I... I have some information that Mr. Kozlov might be interested in." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "What kind of information?"

Marcus was really to do anything just to have the chance of explaining things to her. "Okay, so August would call her, she doesn't have his number right?" Few minutes later, they've discussed and they were already ready to execute it. "Hello" August said immediately she picked up. "Sorry, who's this?" She wasn't really sounding good. "August, Marcus friend" he introduced "please don't hang up"he added rushly. "You don't sound too good yourself are you okay?" He asked with concern. "I'm fine" she said sharply "to what do I owe this phone call?"

Of course it’s him. Marcos always had a flair for knowing just when to reappear—charming and disarming, like a surprise spring breeze after a long winter chill. I grab my phone and call him before I can talk myself out of it. He picks up on the second ring. “Well, well,” he drawls, that familiar rich voice curling around the words. “I was beginning to think you forgot me.” “I’m guessing the concierge knows you by name now?” “I do have a habit of making strong impressions.”

“It’s you.” Marcel cleared his throat. “Sir,” he said respectfully, stepping closer, “Ms. Charlotte’s phone is fixed.” Nathan stiffened slightly but didn’t turn. “But,” Marcel continued, holding the phone out, “it needs a password.” Nathan didn’t respond. He simply stretched out his hand without looking, and Marcel placed the phone into his palm. The moment it touched his skin, his fingers tightened around it. Nathan stared down at the phone in his hand, the black screen reflecting his tired, haunted face.

Marc was busy going through some of his companies sales record in Ghana when he touches his chest as he clears his throat and he looks down to his tike and he smiles and flashes back to when Chantel helps him to tie it. He smiles and he stop what he was doing because he misses her, he picks his phone and dial his second line which is in his second phone he purposely dropped at home even Chantel wasn’t aware he dropped the phone. Chantel has just finish taking her bath and she Is trying to pick some dresses for herself when the phone rings.

Wilma angrily said. "Then let's go!" Marcos immediately stood up and readied. They were about to go when Marcus's phone rang. It was an unknown number but he answered it quickly. "Hello." His cold voice greeted. "Marcus Eastwood! there you are! I thought you will spend your night sleeping because you are an idiot who doesn't use his mind! ha ha ha!" A man said, the voice doubled at the end when the other line laughed, he assumed they are just two of them.