Mark And Me の小説・ストーリー

“Are you heading that way?” I nodded. “That’s why I’m going to. I’m Mark.” He was around 5 '11 in a pair of black jeans, a white T-shirt, trainers and a jacket. His hair was long and curly, he had a big nose, over a wide lips. “You can keep the book.” “I don’t think I need that…” “I think we are going to see each other often, Miss…” “Eris.” He let go of the map. “We’ve the same major.” He said with a soft smile, and I nodded.

“There’s someone here.” I followed his gaze to the screen. A man and a woman, both dressed in impeccable, expensive-looking clothes, were looking out, their expressions neutral. His parents. My breath hitched. In all the time I’d known him, he’d never once mentioned them being in the city, or even alive, for that matter. He spoke of his past like a sealed tomb. Mark stood abruptly. He walked over to me with quick, determined strides and grabbed my hand, his grip firm and unyielding. He pulled me toward the desk, into the camera’s view. My stomach flipped violently. “Mark, wait—” I started, my voice a panicked whisper.

And you barbie ,get her some chilled juice' mark said, they obey instantly. I looked at the sitting room It was so beautiful. I stood up. My eyes gazed toward a picture on the wall. It was a picture of I and mark when things is good and well before I met steve. We are both playing on the beach. That is the day he discloser me. I smiles but tear rushed from my eyes. ' do you still remember that day. When we have our first sex. You and I promised each other of being together for long' mark said. I sniffed

“Mark is also a –” “A manager,” Mark interrupted her smoothly. “An upper manager.” Francine paused, peered at him uncertainly. “Ah?” Mei said with approval. “Upper?” “Yes.” Mark gave her his disarming grin. “Not bad, huh?” “Not bad,” Mei conceded. “But doctor better.” “You’re totally right, Mei,” Mark said. “Francine is better.” “So,” Francine said, a bit unnerved at Mark’s grinning at Mei so sweetly, and his compliments. “I’ll have the green tea, please, Mei. Won-ton soup, extra spicy, and some garlic pork.”

“Please. When have I ever told you what to do with your life? And besides, Lucas would wipe the floor with you.” Mark puts a hand over his heart like I just stabbed him. “Damn. That actually hurt. You’re not even gonna lie a little for my ego?” He smirks, then pushes open the giant door and strides inside. I follow, but not before glancing around one more time. Something about this still feels off. Mark’s too chill. Too smooth. And the thing he said earlier before, about his mom being from the Moon River Pack? Yeah, that set off alarms in my head.

"You are Mine" He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Kirsten, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Kirsten Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and boyfriend, Kirsten moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother.

I remember how amazed she looked as she stared out the window of my office, admiring the view. Mark's office was the complete polar opposite of mine. It was located centrally in the building, meaning that there were no city views. Not only that, but his walls were void of any emotion, not that my office had any either. But his were worse. He had floor-to-ceiling whiteboards used to keep track of all the marketing projects on the go. His office was also quite noisy since it was in the middle of the hub of the marketing department. It was like trying to work in the middle of an airport as opposed to in a secluded office space. I knew she had to be lying when she said she liked working there mo

I continued. She walked to me, and I saw the kindness in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around me and my knees buckled to the ground as I continued sobbing. “I'm losing myself Vanya … I need to get this mark off me… please,” And just as the words kept leaving my lips, the mark surged hotter. Magnus' face flashed in my mind, and I don't even know how I felt at this point. I hated him so much but my body screamed like it needed him.

Alone. Marked.

Arya turns her head away, trying to avoid his touch, but he grabs her and holds her firmly. "I didn't understand Mei's obsession with him at first. I mean, she already had me. Why did she want him in her bed?" Mark says. "But then I met you, and, well, let's just say I have that same damn obsession with you. I was the right brother. You should have chosen me, not him. Now, you'll have to face the consequences." Mark kisses Arya's neck, disregarding her tears. He roughly removes her clothes, button by button, tearing each one off her body.