Romans & histoires Mark Bl

“To be honest, I don’t really remember what I screamed. It was a little before… “Of course, a huge beast is rushing after you. I can’t even imagine how it is - a wolf puts a mark on a person, - Marta threw up her hands. - Huge mouth and thin neck! “It was more fun when she marked him,” Ba said. All the women, except those who joined us later, laughed. I was at that wedding ceremony, but I already remember the details very badly. "His mark healed much faster," Lark grumbled, adjusting the collar of his shirt to hide the bite mark. No matter how many years passed, it was still clearly visible. Wangity label, true pair label.

she said. "In their eyes, we're nothing more than tools for family alliances. As long as it brings benefits, it doesn't matter who the tool is." After a few glasses of wine, she started venting nonstop. I didn't say much. I only asked, "So did you agree in the end?" Clara immediately shook her head. "Of course not. With Marcus's temper, the only person who could ever tolerate him was you. "I heard the pack's recent projects haven't been going well. Many packs have cut ties with him. He's pretty much isolated now. I doubt his pack can hold on much longer."

"Trust me, Arya. I just came back to handle a work emergency.” I wanted to believe him but the look on Marco's face told me that he was hiding something big. “If you caught the red flags, comment 👀”

I whisper, bitter, exhausted, “you really don’t have a heart.” He sets the glass down with deliberate care, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Like this is a reveal he’s practiced. “You want to see my heart?” He pulls the fabric aside. A brand. A brutal, scarred B, burned into his flesh right over his heart. Angry. Permanent. “It stands for Blackburn,” he says flatly. “Lucinda has one too.” My stomach twists. Whatever they endured, it was hell. Real hell.

Marcus did not pursue the matter further, instead saying calmly, “I hope there won’t be any more accidents during my trip here to Riverdale. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Michaels?” Blake’s body gave a jolt, and he nodded firmly. “Don’t worry, Master Marcus. Everything is in order.” Marcus got into the Lincoln limousine Blake had booked for him, his expression frosty the entire time. “Master Marcus, how do you plan to buy Beacon this time?” Blake ventured in the car. Marcus had been looking out of the car window, but now he turned toward Blake. Faced with Blake’s wide and flattering smile, Marcus’ lips barely curved as he said softly, “Is it just me, Mr. Michaels, or are you in quite a

After being blown away by Skystorm’s wind, Matthew regained his footing and was met with the big lizardman, Bilgrae Scarlett. Bilgrae had a smirk on his face. Matthew stood up and faced Bilgrae, but his eyes were not on him. Matthew’s eyes fell on Falynx in the far distance. “Are you still concerned about that monster?” Bilgrae asked with his deep voice. Matthew looked at Bilgrae now. “It’s hard to know which one is the monster here.”

“Ugh, I shouldn’t dwell on this too much.” Upon hearing this, Mark asked, “Did you find out who was with him?” Christian’s eyes widened slightly. “Who is Calvin’s cousin?” Calvin subtly glanced at Christian from the corner of his eye. Mark nodded with Christian and asked, “Do you know who his cousin is?” This was exactly what Christian wanted to know. He suppressed his excitement and smiled gently. “Who is it?” Mark smiled mysteriously. The almighty Travis Blake. The eldest son of the Blake family and the most powerful figure in Holtbay City."

One that he would never forget. Blake turned off the tap and ignored their hateful glances. He knew he didn't stand a chance against them so it was best to ignore them. Just like he had always done. He made his way to the door but Mark stood on his path, his eyes plopping down to look at him with disdain.

An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face. “Dare, it’s been a while” Mark says. He is wearing a blue Jean on a black leather jacket clad with his combat boot. I spot the BMW right behind him and he turns his eyes to it. “Sweet ride don’t you think” he asks and I give him a slight nod.

Mark must stay with him today, no matter the means. Blake moves his shoulders and wiped off the tears off his face and sneers before peering at Mark and he suddenly says, “You know what Mark, you’re right. You don’t know who I am anymore, and you will never know what I have turned into.” With those words said, Blake turns his back to Mark and furiously walks down the stairs, making a beeline for the bar in the lounge. There he pours himself a glass of drink and drains the whole in one go when he hears Mark walk behind him.