Mark Bl Novels & Stories

Eric removed the black mask Mark Bruce had on revealing his face. Mark Bruce was bald with an oblong head. He had a scar that ran from his nostrils to under his left eye. He has a frown on his face and his teeth on his lower lip. He also had a tattoo on the right side of his face. It was just a tattoo of his initial which was M and B. Eric was more than elated he had arrested the infamous Mark Bruce which the American police had been trying to capture for a while now. It was a big victory to his administration. He couldn't wait to tell the Chief of Police and for all the news outlets to have the news of Mark Bruce's arrest being broadcasted. "Well, I told you commander. I knew exactly wha

he growls and storms off. Mark swallows hard and gets out of his seat, and I don’t envy him one bit. But we have his back. He’s one of our co-lords, after all…. Oh, Lordt!

He pressed the button on his phone and slid it into his pocket before stepping away from the door and settling down on a sectional on the opposite side of the room from where Dani was pacing, shaking his head all the while. "I knew it. I knew it. When I marked my mate the mark was maybe three quarters the size of the one on your neck. Maybe. Maybe just over half. And that was bigger than any mark I'd seen in this territory. When I saw the mark on your neck, all shiny and new I knew it had to fucking be his." Waylon laughed lightly as he said the last sentence, and Dani could tell that he was more than a little nervous.

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,"

When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker. "Hello Children " I coo Julie splashes water at me "Witch took you long enough " it's 11 am in the morning we could have done this in the afternoon " it's hot as the devil's balls so it's a good time " I laugh "you will know the devil's balls now will you Julie " Kaylee laughs.

“Hello to you too. Can you get me out of this place? I am ready to go home.” He helped me from the bed into the wheelchair with a practiced ease. I have known Mark as long as I have known Marla. We raced together, two competitive forces on the track. His shoulder-length brown hair and pale blue eyes had a certain effect on women, and his broad, muscular frame was built for the sport, even if I have always towered over him. Mark knew about Bella, but he did not know I had found her. He had been away on the racing circuit and only just returned.

"Ryan." "I already had someone put on her door." "That's not what I'm saying." His voice had changed. Just enough to leave me worried. "I'm saying whoever planned this planned all of it, including where you'd be standing right now." The cold came fast and I let it, because cold was useful, cold kept me thinking when everything in me wanted to stop thinking and start moving. "Marisol," I said. "Those markings. Get her down here." "Already called her." Dominic straightened up behind us. "She's on her way."

“And why should seeing him in a boutique bother you at all? He probably went to buy some decent clothes. God knows he needed them, Mr Adams wouldn't want him showing up looking homeless.” “You're right, Wilson honey. He wouldn't want him to embarrass him.” Alex didn't say anything for a second, he just kept poking his food. “ He had a black card.” The table went quiet. Wilson's eyes sharpened. “ Who had a black card?” “William.” “That can't be right,” his mother said. “It was probably a fake.” “It wasn't,” Alex's jaw tightened. “He paid for everything he bought with it. Every single item.”

Clark/Sam's pov What the hell was he thinking,our mate,says Clark. Yes Clark, I know Rilly is ours, but Mark did say it was a fake Rilly, and we both know he would never do that to us. My Rie, Clark says as he showed me visions of Rilly going down on us. Damn Clark stop doing that,I'm getting hard. Make him fill pain, just once. So he will never think about my Rie again. One time Clark, you know we love him. Always have after everything he has done for us. Fine says Clark. After I handed Mark his whiskey I watched him down it, then Clark pushed him. As Mark yelled and cursed me I simply took Mark's glass and poored two more whiskeys. Then I handed it to him and said, so what are we going to