Mark Bl Novels & Stories

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.

"No, no, it's not all me, there are some other media. Making money, you know, sometimes you have to do things against your conscience." Blake guiltily offers me a cup of coffee. I squinted like Antoninus and said coldly, "Tell me, what did Marcus do for you?" "Marcus? No, no, this has nothing to do with him." Blake took a sip from his coffee cup and said proudly, "Marcus is just a crazy careerist, an upstart. It is said that he was only a small-town dentist before he became rich!" "This one is different. He's the real deal."

The Lycan prince hid behind the white pillar almost immediately when he saw his mate turn around to stare at the balcony. He was glad that Alessandra was able to sense his presence. It meant that the mark bond was so strong. The corner of his lips curved into a smile when the idea crossed his mind. "Let's go to our mate."Liam groaned as he tried his best to break free so that he could run to Alessandra as fast as possible. "Calm down boy."Ace said and a sigh escaped his lips. He hated the fact that he hid from his mate just to make sure that she didn't see him.

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.

“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.

I had to. “Marcus!” My voice came out rough, like I’d been shouting for hours, even though I hadn’t. He was there in a heartbeat, his tall frame cutting through the shadows, his face set like stone. “We’re following the marks. They lead into the trees. But we’re splitting up—you take half and the rest with me.” He didn’t flinch, just gave a cot nod. “We’ll track her down, Darius. Whatever it takes.” His words were steady, and I clung to them. Marcus was my beta for a reason—he didn’t crack, even when everything else did.

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.

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.