Mark Bl Novels & Stories

Tick-tock. The only thing standing between me and a full-blown panic spiral? Bill Marks. Not exactly the hero I ordered, but right now, he’s the best card I’ve got left in my very shredded deck. Marks is a former city official with fingerprints all over the zoning and property acquisition process.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Mark smirked at his expression. "Hello, Mr Blake. It's nice to meet you." the woman, named Rene, said with a polite smile. "Hello." Xander nodded with a smile. He glanced at Ariadne who looked happy. He was utterly confused. What was going on? "Can I talk to Mr. Blake for a moment?" Mark asked Ariadne. Ariadne was surprised when she heard that. They didn't get along well with each other. She looked worried that they would fight among themselves.

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

“So let’s get you marked, assign your seat in the bus and get your t-shirt. Um, your name is?” “Alex. Alex Croft.” “Let’s see. An a,” her fingers clicked a pen then she began searching for his name on the paper. “Alex Croft? That’s odd. You’ve been marked present already. Your ID, seat number and t-shirt has also already been collected.” “What? I literally just got here. How-” “Blue!” His voice was unnecessarily loud. So loud it attracted about a dozen people standing around him and at least a meter away from Alex.

“We’re not alone.” I sent a quick mindlink to Marcus, calling him and his group to my position. My heart was pounding, the black blood on the ground still fresh in my mind, its foul stench clinging to my nose. Minutes later, Marcus jogged up, his tall frame cutting through the dusk, his group trailing close behind. I pointed to the blood, my voice low.

Maverick didn't stop until he was in front of Grayson, only then letting go of Mark's ankle and letting his foot fall to the ground before stepping back. “One Alpha, just the way you like it, a little scratched up,” Maverick said sarcastically, his lips tugging up on the side as he looked down at the scraped-up Alpha. Mark's body ached as he pulled himself off the ground and stood. He trembled as he stood on weak legs. When Mark turned, his stomach dropped when he saw Brandon sitting on the grass with Grayson's Beta standing guard next to him. He looked up at his pack house to see flames barreling out of the right side, and his mouth hung open.

“You don’t get to decide that.” The room fell quiet. When he spoke again, his tone had changed. “I already have.” Bella’s breath stuttered. “You don’t know me,” she said. “I know enough, more than you even think.” The shadows stirred again. For a heartbeat, she thought he might step into the light, and her muscles tensed in anticipation. He did not. Instead, he said, “You wear a mark not meant for you.” Her hand flew instinctively to her shoulder, where the cufflink still rested beneath the fabric of her cloak.

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.