Mark Bl Novels & Stories

Mark’s posture went rigid. “Who is that?” I whispered to him. “Adrian Cole,” Mark said, his voice tight. “My father’s favorite enemy. And mine.” Adrian Cole was tall and sleek, moving through the crowd with a serpent’s grace. His smile was thin and didn’t reach his eyes. A diamond pin glinted on his lapel. His gaze swept the room and landed squarely on Mark. He looked him up and down as if calculating his worth, then turned that same empty smile toward me.

BLACK CHAUFFEUR FUCKS RUDE BILLIONAIRE 1 My name is Marcus "Marc" Thompson. Thirty-one, born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia—black, built like I still hit the weights every morning before shift (because I do), six-three, two-twenty pounds of muscle that fills out the black chauffeur uniform like it was tailored for a runway instead of a Rolls-Royce.

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.

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.

"Marcus." "Marcus." I filed it away. "Who sent you." "Someone who wants to talk to you." "People who want to talk to me generally don't throw me off cliffs first." "That wasn't us." And something moved through his voice when he said it, brief and genuine, gone before I could name it. "That was Callum being theatrical. He has a tendency." "Callum," I repeated. "That's the one who knows Ryan's name." Marcus looked at me for a moment. "You're very calm for someone who just went into a ravine."

he instructed, then strode towards Leo, who stood in the doorway draped with clothes. Then he stopped. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the black card and turned around. “You don't have to worry whether I could afford the clothes.” He raised the black card, letting it catch the light. “With this, I could buy the whole building in which you're standing.” “Oh my goodness, is that black card?” “I never thought I'd see one in person.” Alex went rigid. Her two friends stood wide-eyed beside him. “And it's real,” Leo added, his nose tilted upwards with unmistakable pride. You'd think the card belonged to him. “Authentic and genuine.”

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

My body shivered at the memory. “You’re right not to trust him so easily, even if he is their father. Blake is a coward and has been since he was a boy. The goddess is right too though. If you mark him he will protect you against anyone, even our father.” Bolton actually spoke with no anger in his voice to me. “I don’t want to mark him to make him loyal. He should had been that way from the start. We weren’t some strangers that met on my eighteenth birthday. Blake is my oldest friend, was my oldest friend.”

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.