Mark Bl Novels & Stories

She thanked them and the girls nodded. "Let's go neonata, we are already late." Blaze grabbed his mate hand and tugged it out of the room, Mia noticed that he wore his perfect, black suit making him looking like a business man, no wait, a sexy handsome models. His fitted black pants, his white shirt who the first two button is opened showing off his collarbones. "Are you done staring at me, mate?" He said in front of her, without glancing her. "How did you about that know? You are behind me." She hit his muscles of his strong back.

"Forgive me, but are you stupid or just acting? Mark, how can you be so bitter with someone who has done you no wrong? It was his place. The first son becomes alpha, and it is only right that the alpha pays more attention to him. He had to be trained. But you're angry? You were the one he took care of, yet never have you thanked the brother who went miles to see you out of trouble. Today was a mistake that should never have happened. I am your beta, but today I renounce my position. I would rather follow a leader who has a goal than listen to the words of a power-hungry woman. Clair wasn't the right choice from the start. I warned you. Clair is not Luna material, but you went ahead, and now

"Don't be an asshole, Markle. I am looking for Anisa" Markle was a younger version of Alpha Alaric with his manly peppered stubble with eyes that held a glint of curiosity. He had a devil-may-care attitude and a stellar smile. He had a lighter shade of red hair like our mother and defined cheekbones. He moved with a leopard-like grace and an earthly scent swirled around him. He was conventionally handsome and he knew it…he was perfect except he was my brother and a well known pain in my behind. "Check the little cottage by the river"

"There's one of our bases not far from here, would you like to stop by?" Ben asked quietly. Mark, who was leaning back while closing his eyes, sighed heavily for the umpteenth time today. Leading a group that was on the verge of being destroyed is no easy feat. Mark is the only child of the leader of the Black Eagle mafia group. His father, who died tragically due to an accident, made him inevitably take over his father's position, and become the leader of the Black Eagle group.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

I tore it off the wall and hurried back down the aisle. I reached out and held the flyer before Caleb. He looked at it, then did a double take. His jaw dropped open as he held it up. It was an advertisement to come see Martha’s Vineyard. And it listed the Vincent House.

AJ… The fucker branded her. It was red and raw and looked like it was going to become infected but the AJ was so prominent… It was a scar she was to wear for the rest of her life. He made it so the world now understood that she was his… Sick fucker that he was… She would forever remember AJ now… Not that he was easy to forget. Lillianna did not see AJ again until later that night. The men had left and it was only the ladies. “So you are like a cow… They mark cows right?” Sally was being a complete bitch to her. Marla and Britney laughed. Lillianna for the life of her could not understand how anybody could be so cruel.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you. If you’re all right with it, that is.” I froze in the midst of cutting up my steak, but resumed promptly without missing a beat. “Truthfully, I’m not really looking for anything right now.” “We could just be friends,” he assured with a smile. “I’m not taking your mother too seriously on her scheme.” He was humorous and I appreciated it. We talked easily for the rest of the night. His earlier response to Mom made her quite careful with her words. I found out that Marcus Blight had a clinic a little over ten minutes away from my own place. His parents had retired to live in Wisconsin where the rest of his family was and would visit him every few mo