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."

he stated. “Then fucking leave if that turns you off!” I barked at him. At this point, I wasn’t even worried about anyone hearing us even though Alora and the other workers at the Villa ever came upstairs until their services were required. “Do I look turned off to you?” Mark said, getting off the bed in one swift motion and standing right in front of me before I could blink. And he was as hard as a rock. Long and hard, just as it had been in my mouth some minutes ago.

“But now, we need rest.” --- Later that night, I wandered the halls. I found a corridor lined with portraits old bloodlines captured in oil and canvas. Near the end, one painting caught my eye. Two boys, nearly identical. Mark and another. Taller. Darker. Behind them stood a woman with cold silver eyes and a crown made of bone. “His name was Merek,” Mark said from behind me. Was. “He’s not the same anymore.” “Why go to him, then?” I asked, turning to face him.

“Ken, make him leave. Please.” Ken grabbed Mark by the collar, shoving him toward the door. “You’ve delivered your message. Now disappear before I forget we’re in a civilized company.” Mark straightened his jacket, unfazed. “Tell Steve I said hello. And that I’m always available if he needs a real partner who understands his world.” His eyes gleamed with genuine obsession. “You’re temporary, Ken. A phase and I’m permanent.” The door slammed shut behind him. Ken locked it, heart pounding. Sophia emerged from the hallway, Mateo calmer now but watching with wide eyes.

But even in his very neutral clothes he doesn't really stand out either. “Thanks, but no thanks. I need to get these to my friends”. I lift the tray with shots. “We are kind of having a memorial party for a friend”. “Yeah I heard. Please accept my deepest condolences”. His lips spredt into an alluring smile. “Another time then ?” My eyes meet his and I freeze. Deep and shining brown eyes are studying me. “Yeah sure, maybe”. I manage to say, still paralyzed. “Hey”. Mark is suddenly right beside me. “Is everything okay here ?”

~~Madison~~ It feels like the world is finally in our favor. Our lives have been filled with so much joy and glamor that sometimes I begin to doubt that I went to some certain things in my life. Life has been good. My career has been flourishing and so has Victor's. He has opened fourteen more branches in different parts of the world. Mark and Meave left the country because Mark is overseeing some of the branches. That was after we found out his fiance wasn't a real fiance after all. She was fake and used to trick Meave.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."