Mark And Me Novels & Stories

Her voice was serious it made me think she knew something about us. " What?" I panicked " Calm down. I know something is going on between you, especially with the hickey that gets renewed every day Like he doesn't want his mark to fade" I blushed. Fuck Adam. Why the hell would he put a mark if he was trying to keep it secret? I couldn't say a word to defend myself, I just sat there blushing. She laughed. " So?" She said waiting for an answer to her question. " I am not sure what I feel anymore. My emotions are jumbled together" I told her. It was true.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Mark looked at Rachel's trembling legs. "No hiks hiks...please don't kill me." Rachel cried as she was frightened to see her current position on the edge of the cliff. Once she stepped back, death would come to her. "Marry me then, I won't kill you." Mark further pushed Rachel's body which was holding her from falling. "I don't want to marry you. I don't recognize you." Rachel ventured to look at the man who had now taken off his glasses. "I'm Mark Mequelse and I'm Sania Xaviera's stepson."

Adrian said softly as Ariana moved toward the door. "I have to go to work, Adrian. I can't live in a fortress." She pulled the door open. Mark stood there in a crisp trench coat, looking every bit the man who had been told since birth that the world was his for the taking. He held a manila envelope like a trophy. "Morning, Ari," Mark said, his eyes immediately darting past her to find Adrian. He saw the rolled-up sleeves and the modest kitchen, and a smug, jagged smile broke across his face. "I brought you a little reality check."

Didn’t even touch me. Something was wrong. I studied his face. The hard set of his jaw. The tension in his shoulders. My stomach dipped. “Mark—” “We need to talk.” Fuck. I stiffened, my fingers curling into his shirt. “About what?” His grip on my waist tightened. “Cholo.” My heart stopped. I pulled back, eyes wide. “What about him?” Mark exhaled through his nose. “He’s not backing off.” My pulse pounded in my ears.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.

Even a little makeup. "What do you think?" I asked Dante, doing a little spin. "Do I look like someone who has their life together?" He blinked at me solemnly, which I chose to interpret as approval. A knock on my bedroom door interrupted my one-sided conversation. "Come in!" Marco stepped inside, already dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. "Hey, dove. I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant that opened downtown. The one with the rooftop garden. I made reservations for…”

“Shouldn't you be the one getting married instead? Since you've been the one receiving all the good favors in this family. Big Brother.” “Why, you whore.” Slap. The sound of that slap on his cheek echoed in the room. A red mark visible on William's cheek. His mouth tasted like metal. The painful sting made the tears burst out. “Oh, mom! You shouldn't leave any mark where it'll be visible,” Alex said with his hand on his mouth but it couldn't hide the huge grin on his face. “Don't worry," A woman standing beside William said, cleaning her hand with a handkerchief taken from her gown’s pocket. “It will be gone before the wedding.”

Send help! I bit my lip, trying not to smile too obviously, but apparently I wasn’t subtle enough because Mark’s voice cut in. “Who’s making you grin like a lovesick teenager?” I froze. “No one,” I replied. Mark arched an eyebrow. “That’s not a no one smile. That’s a Hayden smile.” I rolled my eyes and locked my phone. “You’re delusional.” “Mhmm... of course I’m the delusional one.” He flopped onto the couch beside me, grabbing the popcorn bowl. “So, you’re just randomly glowing for no reason at all?”

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.