Mark Eddsworld Novels & Stories

Walking around in almost nothing, happy to do whatever was in their power to please the men… Not for her… Absolutely not for her… AJ, Tristan, Jarred and Max all showed up. They sat outside and the women all knew to be there ready for whatever way this was going to play out. “I still can’t believe it…” Jarred shook his head. Marla was serving the men drinks. Lillianna quickly poured AJ a scotch and handed it to him. “Yeah…” Tristan nodded his head. “Is he dead?” Max now. “He wishes he was.” AJ replied shrugging his shoulders. “Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a cop? I fucking liked him man…” Jarred said. It felt like somebody had spilled icy cold water down her spine. Paul? N

Just as I reached the door, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. The light in Chase’s study went out. At the exact same moment. I hadn’t imagined it.

Leaning back in his chair, Lucifer crossed his arms and sighed. "Sophia Parks is marked because of her bright soul and nothing more. Being marked means that while she exists the possibility of Armageddon remains. It is her death that will be the commencement of it. You should keep her safe Faelon or your white-winged brethren will lock you away. You see, you are the one that will begin the downfall of the humans, it is your true destiny," He grinned happily. Shaking his head, Faelon looked down at the devil and exhaled harshly.

I was neither here nor there, stuck between two worlds. “So then what was all this talk about the Messiah? About me being…The One?” “Our doctrine, our ancient law, tells us that one day a messenger, a Messiah, will arrive, and lead us to the lost sword. It tells us that on that day, war will begin, a final, all-out war between the vampire races, a war which will even drag in the human race—and the werewolves. It is our version of the Apocalypse. The only thing that can stop it, that can save us all, is this missing sword. And the only person that can lead us to that is the Messiah.

If I was prone to envy I'd want her hair, but I'll deal with mine thank you very much, though it takes the stylist forever to straighten it whenever I'm in the mood. Anyway, now you know a little bit about me on to the meat of the story. Well, as if my life isn't hell on earth as it is, what with the asstards that I have to deal with, like the Mandy Taylors of the world and her little henchmen, now they're bringing a hotshot football star here this semester. The Eden High community has been in an uproar for the past few days since the news broke that Jared Claiborne was coming here.

I walked in with Eddie and when Mark saw us he arose, approaching with a cheerful smile and the foreigner followed suit. Mark exchanged handshakes with me and Eddie and afterwards he introduced us to the visitor. “This is Eddie Lindsey, a much respected officer here in California, and this is his son-in-law Marcus Dominic,” “It’s nice to meet you sir,” he said cheerfully as he exchanged handshakes with me then turned to Eddie. “I have heard a lot about you and your beautiful daughter Alicia,” “Really, funny enough I didn’t know anything about you until two days back,” Eddie replied in an amazed tone and they laughed softly.

Even a little makeup. "What do you think?" I asked Dante, doing a little spin. "Do I look like someone who has their life together?" He blinked at me solemnly, which I chose to interpret as approval. A knock on my bedroom door interrupted my one-sided conversation. "Come in!" Marco stepped inside, already dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. "Hey, dove. I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant that opened downtown. The one with the rooftop garden. I made reservations for…”

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

" Why do people keep saying that,you also think I'm crazy and I need help?! That it's just the feelings of abandonment that make me cling to him?! " " Eden listen to me", " Get out! I know what I feel,I love him no matter what you or anyone else says, I'm his mate we were made for each other,no one in this world will love me like he will!", " I will", Mark sadly says and walks out.

All fake. "Please, sit down," my father said. He pointed to the chair right across from Marcus. I sat because my legs stopped working. I grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. I held on tight. Food came. Someone put a plate in front of me. I didn't touch it. I couldn't eat. I felt too sick. Marcus ate his food. He talked to everyone. He talked about his pack. His family. His job. He sounded so polite. So perfect. Like he practiced every word.