Mark And Me Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

A bit forced though. Message recieved. Too personal questions offlimit. Mark returned the smile and got up from the couch. He needed to check if the weather is great for a good outing. He gazed out of the window....and froze. "Shit! She's here again!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Zhane asked with annoyance. "Nothing. You seem... frustrated." "Of course I am. I am missing my job." Zhane snapped back. "Sorry." Mark declared. "I just... don't like being alone in the dark." Zhane, skeptical of Mark's comment, tried to switch on the light, but to his surprise the connection was ripped, and therefore the darkness remained. "Do you work in a restaurant?" Mark asked.

“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.”

" Rude much, I am accompanying you to your room remember? " I pretend to think about it, then shake my head my long wild curly brown hair bouncing on my shoulders. " Nope, I don't remember. " Mark glares at me and shakes his head in return making his straight blond locks fall on his forehead. He looks so boyish and cute at that moment. He is hot, that was for sure, no wonder almost every girl goes crazy when they see him. I can’t lie, I have a mini crush on him, and we once almost kissed.

I declare. "Suit yourself," he says. He runs a hand through his hair and is about to leave when something on my neck catches his gaze. His eyes widen, and he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. His eyes change from blue to bloodshot, "What the fuck is this?" he growls, grip tightening. I wince in pain. "What?" "You're marked!" he roars.