Mark Eddsworld Novels & Stories

But there is no need to give Mark an opinion about his late father now. "We both know that." "Edmund spent a lot of time in our office writing down all the possibilities." "We've been through all these possibilities before," Mark said something, but immediately closed his mouth and tilted his head. "We are not through everything. We've been through most of Themphine. ”Theo felt the ground move under his feet, but instead of showing his lawyer his uneasiness, he straightened his back and calmly waited for Mark to tell him the unknown details.

About The Authors Mark Boutros is an award winning writer, and author of fantasies that celebrate broad worlds, hapless characters and freedom of imagination. He also writes short stories and thrillers. Mark lives in London, loves RPSs (the computer game kind) and binge watching Netflix with his wife.

"The little rat is eavesdropping." The door to the study swung fully open, and the scent of ash, cedar, and raw, suffocating power flooded the hallway. Eldrick stood in the threshold. His dark hair was wild, his black shirt open at the collar, revealing the frantic pulse vibrating against his throat. Next to him, Elder Marek loomed like a vulture, his gray hair catching the dim candlelight, his ancient eyes widening with a flash of cold, calculating malice when they landed on me.

a deep voice responded. “You’ve got this,” she whispered with an assuring smile pulling the door open and slightly tugging me forward. I staggered almost falling on my face. He looked up at me through his glasses and damn, he looked so hot. Heat spread from my neck to my cheeks. He raised a brow making me realize I had been gawking without saying a word. “Good morning sir. I’m Isla Caldwell, one of your students and I’m here to submit my scholarship application,” I muttered in one breath. I wondered how I said all that without stuttering. I looked composed on the outside but on the inside, I was a quivering mess.

Andre stopped pacing and slowly, he turned his head, his gaze locking onto Marcus with a sharp intensity that made the air feel heavier. Marcus could tell that he most definitely had hit a nerve and took two steps back cautiously. “You think I’m imagining this?” he asked. Marcus held his gaze, though inwardly, he exhaled. He knew that his next two words had to be careful so he wouldn't make him more mad than he already was. “I think,” Marcus said, his voice steady, “that you’re mistaken on all of this . We both know Lady Eleanor, I am not sure she is capable of such…It's treason man!”

But today, his words hit harder, a reminder of the harsh reality I was living in. I made my way to the elevator, my heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation. The penthouse was a world apart from the rest of the hotel—a luxurious, opulent space that felt like a different universe. Markos stood by the window, looking out over the city. When he turned to face me, his expression was cold, almost distant. "You missed two days of work," he said, his voice clipped. "Care to explain?"

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

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.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

"Hey. I got it for president Mark. You run, I chase. See if you can escape?" "Hurry up then." Phedra Elizabeth quickly walked, her footsteps printed on the floor consecutively. They run around the yard. It was beginning to turn dark at this time, and the sun quickly ran down to the ground, hiding. Theodore Mark is immersed in her world, with endless eyes, dropping her soul into applications on small phones. He clicked it, waiting for the other end to respond. "Hello." "Have you eaten yet? Do you need me to buy anything?"