Mark Eddsworld Novels & Stories

A scout from a neighboring pack, one thought long scattered in the war. In his hand was a sigil drawn in dirt and blood. Not of the Broker, not of Striker. A new mark, unfamiliar but pointed directly at us. Mia stepped forward, knelt beside him, and read the final breath he whispered into her ear. Her face changed not in fear but in recognition. Something she thought buried had just clawed its way out of the grave. “We’re not done,” she said, rising to her feet. “And this time, it isn’t about me.”

The next day, Alexander, Lucas, and Eric Parker flew to New York for an important meeting. "Our client is world-renowned MMA champion Mark Orbitz, who retired from the fighting scene five years ago. He now is the main organizer of the world championships that are scheduled to be held here in New York, next month. Mark trains aspiring talents too along with organizing MMA events. He's interested in booking our hotels for the world championships for all the world-famous MMA participants," informed Lucas's dad and Alexander listened with avid interest.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

The teacher arrived shortly after, an older woman named Mrs. Rae who was known for being both fair and too tired to deal with teenage drama. She glanced around the room, took attendance without so much as commenting on Ava’s absence, and started her lecture on pack law with her usual dry tone.

on this earth, the whole world, isn't there another half waiting for you. After school at noon, James had to go to the office to meet his teacher to discuss some issues about the upcoming contest he was participating in, so he didn't go home with Mark. mark got a message from James telling him to come back first. However, as soon as he got out of the class, Mark heard a classmate say that there was a fight behind the school. Furthermore, there are girls. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to go there and check it out. He quickly ran to the back of the school. immediately saw a group of girls beating a person, and the girl being beaten was Edna. He was shocked and ran to intervene and save E

Matthew had a fleet of real estates scattered around the country. He wasn't very much into real estate, even though the bulk of his money came from real estates. Mr. Matthew had three wealth managers and three estate managers. Young Noah Hudson was an expect in Law, but he owned and operated an insurance company too. Noah had first met Matthew in a real estate summit programme, organized and sponsored by Matthew a few years back. Noah had asked a few questions that showed how exposed and current he was. He also stated facts that demonstrated his exposure and significance in law.

I sat on the rocks for a long time before finally pulling out my phone and opening Alyssa's chat window. Our last conversation was a month ago, and she had not sent any messages since then. After hesitating, my fingers slowly typed on the keyboard. [If you ever want to come back, your Beta position will always be waiting for you.] However, the moment I sent it, a red exclamation mark popped up on the screen. My message could not be delivered. I clenched my fist tightly as an unprecedented sense of unease spread through my entire body. I stared at the screen for what felt like forever until Sabrina came running back, her laughter breaking the silence.

Mark said, though inside he was afraid. “Yes,” Edward said. “If I had another chance, I’d want the mate bond back.” Mark’s fingers trembled. The truth he feared was right in front of him. “Stop, Eddy.” How could Edward want an Omega, someone, him, Mark had humiliated many times? Someone he made life miserable for at university? “She’s an Omega,” Mark reminded him. “And you’re an elite. It just doesn’t fit.” “But she has the qualities of an elite. It should have worked. I would have handled it better,” Edward said quietly, his voice full of sadness.

Oh, the bitch. "Hi, Edith," I said, my voice echoing in the stillness of the room. The circulation of adrenaline was making my ears ring. I wanted to crush something, and Edith's head was the first thing on my mind. "Who the fuck are you?" she asked, her voice muffled through the gag. I walked into the light and showed my face. Her eyes widened in shock. "Ma—Mark?" A smile curved my lips. I pulled off the gag. "Surprise, Edith." Oh, she looked scared. Beautiful... "Marco, this warehouse should be left alone until late in the evening tomorrow. I'd like to make this space mine till then."

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to be rude. But I hope you decide everything well. Your son is still very young. You should delay your departure for your only son. Edgar still needs to answer. He was silent in his regret. "I'll excuse myself, sir. I'll check Mrs Williams's condition and take care of the administration. "Alright," answered Edgar weakly. Mark left Edgar. But before he opened the door, Edgar said something. "Mark, thank you for everything. You not only act as my personal assistant. But you also act as my good friend who cares about the complexities of life I am going through." "Don't thank me, sir. I'm pleased to be beside you and do something for you."