Mark Bl Novels & Stories

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With the help of the senator, surely, they would succeed and Greta believed in that. “Nah… don’t be too impatient, Greta. We will get there and if that time comes, hmmm…” Mark answered Greta. His eyes were filled with mystery as he smirked and paused before he continued, "they will kneel at me." He sounded so deep and serious. Mark seemed to swear that, his revenge was getting stronger day by day. He was carefully planning it as he knew his enemy was not just an ordinary man. He would defeat Bill Sky with his special tactics.

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.

The way back home was lonely; Clair was long gone, and so were his men. "Thought you would never make it out." Mark turned, and there stood his beta, Blake Rumswell. So much was going on in his head, and he couldn't understand why this was all happening so suddenly. It was a perfect plan; nothing could've gone wrong, but now he was returning in shame. "I don't know how I will face the people," Mark lamented. Blake couldn't find a suitable answer to cheer up his alpha. He had been gone for a year, and upon returning, his alpha and friend had taken in a monster in the name of a Luna.

"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.

Natalie I've never thought that I will come back home for this reason: to become the Alpha of my father's pack. It was a whole night of heavy rain, and the town was covered with thick dark clouds. I tilted my head against the cold car window, and the strange air made me a little anxious. "You must be exhausted," Jeff said. "You haven’t slept along the way, don’t worry we’ll be there soon" Jeff is the housekeeper of my family, we had been driving for about 4 hours.

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.