Mark Bl Novels & Stories

“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.

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I look down at the fresh marker in front of us. Jake Myers.

“Alright men. You know your jobs.” Alec was looking at everyone. “How do I look?” Mark was our top black ops person. Skilled in every skill he has learned and was the perfect person to go under cover. His mission was just to blend in and observe. His contact lenses doubled as a camera lense, allowing up to see what he saw. Wearing a simple black blazer and a beanie, his beard was thick and his jeans were worn. Knowing how people dressed in there, he would blend in perfectly.

“I can beat him.” “Of course, you can.” Blaze said with pride, patting Marco’s shoulder. “But you still need to be mindful, Max will still put up some kinda fight.” “Yes, I am counting on that.” Marco smirked. “You have a plan?” Blaze raised his eyebrows. “Of course, I do pops.” Marco assured. “Pops?” Blaze frowned.

It was then that Marek stepped forward. Marek was a towering figure of muscle and menace, a wolf of immense strength and ruthless skill. His presence alone was enough to draw nervous glances from every corner of the room. His black hair was tied back, his sharp features accentuated by the harsh glow of the torches. Scars lined his arms and neck, trophies of battles past, and his golden eyes gleamed with feral confidence.

"So soon? They can't be serious." "Plans have moved up," Marco stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. He produced a thick, cream-colored card, embossed with swirling, silver filigree. It felt heavy, expensive, and sinister. "This was delivered by a masked courier to our blind drop. No return address. Anonymous sender."

"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.