Novel & Cerita Mark And Me

Mark turns towards me and flashes me a big smile. My gut twists. Oh, no. Do I want to know what this means?

My friends! The guy is no other than Mark Mendoza in his ripped gray denims, gray shirt styled with his moto jacket and metallic watch. Remember him? He is the first year education student that they are shipping to me. For god’s sake, I’m already on my third year! He’s younger than me! This is insane! Mark is good looking but I don’t feel something special for him. I can’t believe my friends are still on the shipping. “Hi!” Mark first spoke and greeted me. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you for snack.” he smiled afterwards. His eyes are hopeful.

Three dots appear almost immediately. Last day here. I swallow. Me: Looks like it. A pause. Then another message appears. Spend it with me? My heart does something annoyingly dramatic in my chest. Me: I suppose. We meet near the harbor again. The sky is clear, the sunlight bright against the water. Mark is leaning against the railing when I arrive, hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed. “How long have you been standing there?” I ask. “Five minutes.” “You look like you’ve been posing.”

I touched the mark on my neck,still a little dazed. Back when I thought my mate would only ever be Andrew,I never could have imagined being marked by someone else. Last night,after Austin's relentless persuasion,I'd agreed to let him mark me—so he'd have something to show his family. Austin studied the mark on my neck. "Let's go see my parents together.Otherwise my mom will keep thinking I'm making it all up." This marking felt strangely unreal. Three years ago,there'd been a grand wedding—all the ceremony and none of the substance.No mark.All of it had been a performance for an audience,a facade of happiness.

I filled them in on the tiny details. “Ah, I see. So what are you up to?” Mark asked I paused for a while, before I spoke up, “You know what I am up to.” I said and walked back to the couch. The same time Alex was coming down the stairs. “look who's back. How was morocco?” He asked with a smile as he shook and hugged each of them. “It was short but I got a number of a moroccan girl.” mark said with a silly smile plastered on his face.

“You don’t get to decide that.” The room fell quiet. When he spoke again, his tone had changed. “I already have.” Bella’s breath stuttered. “You don’t know me,” she said. “I know enough, more than you even think.” The shadows stirred again. For a heartbeat, she thought he might step into the light, and her muscles tensed in anticipation. He did not. Instead, he said, “You wear a mark not meant for you.” Her hand flew instinctively to her shoulder, where the cufflink still rested beneath the fabric of her cloak.

“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.

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

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He entered, and I locked the door behind him, suddenly very aware that I was alone with the most powerful wolf in the pack. He looked around the bakery, his expression soft. “You’ve done well here. Your parents would be proud.” The mention of my parents caught me off guard. “Thank you, Alpha.” “Please, sit,” he said, pointing to a small table. “We need to talk about last night.” I sat because my legs were already weak. Even dressed casually, Marcus carried authority like it was part of his skin. “I know you’re confused,” he said. “Midnight’s Mark hasn’t appeared in over a hundred years.”