Mark Bl Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He frowned and held his neck as if his blood pressure suddenly raised when he saw my face. "Look who's talking. Jacob, the lowlife beta, trying hard to be a soldier of the Blue Blood Pack!" Marky said while smiling like a dog, at the same time he let go of the tall woman. "Don't get involved in this, if you don't want your life to get messed up," he said with emphasis in the words while glaring at me.

It was the least that I could do since Marcus had saved me from the wreckage of that car. Once I had everything prepared, I quietly walked toward the door and into the fresh night air. "I hope that your not planning on leaving so soon." Blake said as I stopped mid step. I turned and saw that his eyes were sparkling beneath the moonlight. He wore a black t-shirt and sweats while his hair hung loose over his forehead. "Marcus would be disappointed." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me with a hint of curiosity then at the duffle that was tucked beneath my arm. "Unless of course you have other plans to attend to." My gaze traveled to the ground where the grass was moist beneath m

There would be time to figure it out later, I thought to myself as Malcolm finally let out a small laugh, tapping his walking stick on the floor. “And who are you, young man?” The Blue Moon heir beside me bowed with an exaggerated flourish. “Xavier McKenzie, at your service.” There was no way to describe the range of emotions that went over Malcolm’s features as soon as he heard the surname—a dizzying rush of awe and surprise and… fondness? I couldn’t be sure on the last part, because before I could make it out it was quickly replaced by the mask of careful neutrality he slipped on when he realised that we were all looking at him.

Miles asked. Noah had to think about this for a moment. Lawrence s happiness, he said at last. Miles didnt say yes. But he didnt say no. Now--Daniels voice faltered as he gave the instructions--very carefully, drag your blade in a straight line down the center of my chest. Do not pierce the skin or you will kill me. Miles was sweating. His face was white. He glanced over at Shelby. Do it, Miles, she whispered. The starshot trembled. Everything was in this boys hands. The blunt end of the starshot touched Daniels skin and traveled down.

Even if he were to stand up for Collen right here and offend pinky, the pain or death that were to await him would be rather peaceful, maybe even tickle compared to the things Brick and his men would do if he discovered Collen's dead body and that Mark did nothing to prevent it. "Blue! Please just wait a little longer! Yuri is on his way! I'll give you twenty five thousand dollars cash right here and now! It's inside the bar You can take it no problems, and go about your business. Just please stand down a little longer I'm begging you for both of our sakes!" Blue eyed Mark. He couldn't help but feel a little unnerved. He had known Mark for a few years now, they weren't close by any means, bu

I'm blinded for a slight second. When I finally can see clearly, it's Malik that I notice first. He stares at me expectantly, a small slope of a smile gracing his features. Then I look out toward the sea, that I never thought I would ever visit. "Woah," is all I can say. Aside from Malik's eyes, I don't think I have ever seen something so blue.

Brindle said as she threw a slight wink at Marko. "Hey you," Richard said without wasting much time, delivering a powerful blow that sent Marko straight to the floor. He held him up by his shirt and delivered another blow. "How could you do this to me?" he said, his voice filled with righteous anger. With clenched fists, he prepared to unleash his fury upon him, but Brindle intervened.

He is one of mine, loyal and careful, but he still smells like doubt sometimes. “You wanted updates,” he says, and his voice is tight. “I always want updates,” I say, and I finally turn around. “If you knocked like that, then it better be something real.” He swallows, then nods. “We got information.” There it is. That little pause before the fall. “Information of what?” I ask, even though my chest already feels hot. “Eli Blackwood,” Mark says. “We have his location.” I laugh. It comes out wrong. Too sharp. Too loud.

Mark says, his lip tilting the corner of his mouth. My jaw clenches, but I don't say anything. Instead, I stare into Mark's dull brown eyes. Mark Mortaga is slightly overweight, with more fat than muscle. I already stare into his empty eyes, knowing he thinks he intimidates me. But he can't be more wrong. Nobody intimates me, no matter their size. Mark is crazy if he thinks I will ever let Brinley have another baby, not when she is having so much trouble with this one. "I'm afraid not. My mate wants only one,"