Mark And Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I replied. Mark kissed my temple. “Let’s go?” He asked me. He looked at Knight. “We’ll go ahead, dude.” He beamed and Knight nodded. “Have fun.” He beamed. “You too.” I smiled as Mark and I walked inside the theater. Hand in hand. *** End ***

Cole was forced back to the present, and he handed one glass to Mark. "Tell me, why have you really returned? And don't give me that bullshit. I know you're not here to look for me," Mark said. Mark took a large gulp of the whiskey and shrugged, "My manager accepted some dumb drama for me. Apparently, it's going to be the biggest drama of the year, and I've been chosen to play the male lead. I just got back to the country, and I have to go to the filming set. Apparently, there's also a famous actress on it, and I need to get along with her," Mark said with a sneer.

Mark looks at me intently. He sets his mug down and touches his fingertips together. “A few centuries ago, there was a girl that looked exactly like you.” Mark starts to tell me. He pauses a few seconds to let it sink in. “Her name was June. We met her at a fundraiser and I immediately fell for her. Cole also fell for her but I never for one second thought he fell that hard.” Mark sucks in a deep breath and lets it out.

I only hope she won't be as cruel as Alpha Max. Mark is still with me in the room and suddenly approaches me. I study him for a few moments. He is around 5'11, has white hair, a roman nose, a square chin, and blue, almost violet, eyes. "She is smitten with you. Welcome to the family," he says and slaps my shoulder. A wave of pain irradiates from my wounds, and a whimper escapes my lips. My vision goes blurry. "Fuck! Sorry about that, man. I should have known better than to do that. I head what Max did to you. I am still amazed that Elena didn't kill him," Mark says.

“You have to. You’re carrying my pup now. Our pup. I can smell it on you.” Good lawd. Part of me wanted to deny it, but my body knew that it wasn't far from the truth. Damon’s fingers rubbed me through the fabric, and I nearly cried out. “Fuck, you’re still so wet. Still dripping with me.” “Damon, not now,” I moaned, even as I rolled my hips against his hand. “I need to mark you deeper,” he growled, nipping at my neck. “Before they find us.” He spun me around, pressing my chest against the wall. So roughly, he yanked my jeans and panties down to my knees. I heard his zipper, and then his thick, hard cock was pushing back inside me from behind.

She hasn’t moved, she just keeps looking up at me. My eyes dart down and make contact with the side of her neck. There, barely visible a mark, the mark that I placed there. King is howling in delight in my mind. My eyes quickly make their way back to hers to see them hardened, she swiftly turns away and heads out the door. The clearing of a throat is when I remember that there were other people in the room. “Your mark may not be gone but it is fading.” That mutt states and when he turns his collar moves and I see that mark on his neck. Did Olivia mark another male? King is thrashing around in my mind and my blood is boiling.

Caleb and I stood in Boston Common, at the top of a small hill, looking out, surveying the park. He held a map of the Freedom Trail which he’d just bought in a store, and he ran his finger along it again and again. I stood beside him, holding out both halves of the ancient scroll. “Read it again,” he said. I squinted to make out the words. I read: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground,

Malachor murmured, his voice a low rumble vibrating against her ear, close enough that she felt the warmth of his lips brush the shell. “Yes,” she replied, her voice soft, carrying a fullness she hadn't known before. He didn't move, didn't press. His hand remained steady, thumb tracing a subtle circle over her sternum, the motion igniting a spark low in her belly. Elizabeth swallowed, her pulse quickening as she focused inward. There, beneath her collarbone, a subtle thrum pulsed—a mark, invisible yet insistent, like a thread woven into her veins. It connected her to him, this quiet energy that made her skin tingle where they touched.

"Since your childhood sweetheart always calls you away before marking me, it means you don't want to mark me, so I will fulfill your wish. Without me as your girlfriend, you can be together all the time in the future." "I am not pretending not to know you, but I really wish I had never met you from beginning to end!" Whenever Caleb appeared before me, I couldn’t help but think of the five years of betrayal. Five years of companionship, five years of dedication, but he couldn’t get a few minutes to mark me. Caleb stared at me as if struck by lightning. He wanted to say something, but Vincent asked the guards to drag him out. While guards were dragging him out, he shouted, “Maria, I’m ready to

Mark knew both of them, but the nature of their relationship was unknown to me. "Are they relatives?" I whispered inwardly to myself, but my question hung in the air as I continued to listen to their conversation on the phone. “Tomorrow is the burial. I'm currently in Texas right now.” Mark's promising words whispered to Mia on the phone, "I will surely visit the burial ceremony tomorrow. Send me the address to my phone,” Mark declared, and Mia hung up the call on that note. Mark dropped the phone angrily on the table.