Novel & Cerita Mark Eddsworld

The world narrowed to a pinpoint. I couldn't breathe. The gleaming marble floor beneath my feet felt as fragile as thin ice, ready to crack and plunge me back into the neon-lit abyss of the System. It’s a glitch, my mind screamed. A residual hallucination. But as Mark led him toward me, the footsteps were too heavy, the laughter too real. Edwin was here. "Vic! You won't believe this," Mark beamed, completely oblivious to the phantom executioner standing beside him. "This is the friend I was telling you about last night. The one who helped me track your data footprint. Vic, meet—"

Mark asked while putting the call on speaker. "Hey...buddy, don't you know about it? Well, you have been away from the social circle for so long, it's as expected of you to don't know." the man sighed deeply. Mo Yuhan tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently. Mark immediately got the hint "What do I not know?" "Edward is no more."

Max gently tossed Adela a sentence. "It's true that I have something to be sneaky that's why I'm startled. I have to be sneaky because of this damn world. Max, you're so cool, you've disappeared for so long, if you can't help me then stop it, Can you still tell me?" Adela crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes are really angry. She said as she turned around and walked towards the Earl's mansion. "Didn't I remind you just now?" Max's laughter entered Adela's ears. He spoke again as if to justify himself.

I knew they would. Edward lean closer to me "Do you think they like it?" "They do" I say, my attention on the projector. "I am hundred percent sure that with this, E-marketing will bring productivity and larger awareness" Lisa say in her normal professional way of saying things. Our business associates nods in agreement as they all clap. ****** Hours has passed and I am in Edward's office talking about work and all. He has his fingers dancing non-stop on his laptop and eyes on his screen and still manages to be listening to what I am saying because he is really responding rightly.

he drawled. "Women are shallow and simple like that, but it is reasonable. After all, it is a materialistic capitalist world. People get humiliated for being poor; not for being promiscuous." Cedrick took a side glance at him and put off his cigarette. "I meant you." Edwin was about to nod but stopped himself upon realizing what Cedrick meant. He exaggeratedly clutched his chest. "You wound me. I was trying my best to help you!" Meanwhile, at the Mason Estate…

“It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Lance. You are a hard man to reach.” “What the fuck do you want?” He began to say sweetly, offering me his hand for a handshake but I just cut him off snarling, making him flinch, but he recovered quickly, withdrawing his hand and wrapping his arms around his chest, smirking. “I see that everything I have heard about you was true. Direct to the point and you refuse to waste any time at all. Cool, I like that, but first, let me introduce myself. I’m Mark and I’m the owner of that e-magazine. It is new and we are trying to stand on our feet, but I promise you that we will soon be well known.”

Time was against them, and any further delay in action could prove catastrophic. The knock at his door came just as Edgar was about to bury himself in another report. He looked up, bleary-eyed, as the door opened to reveal a figure he hadn’t expected to see that night. "Mark?" Edgar’s voice held a note of surprise as he straightened slightly in his seat. "You’re back?" Officer Mark Endo stepped in with the clipped precision of a man who had traveled far but hadn't stopped moving. He saluted quickly, dispensing with formalities almost as soon as they began.

That’s what every headline said, that’s what every elder believed. But the truth was now standing in front of me, eyes glowing like embers. That roar wasn’t just powerful, it was dominant, Alpha of Alphas. No one else could’ve made assassins freeze like that. That explains why the mark on my neck glows. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. The world tilted beneath me as he gently helped me up and guided me outside. The rain had softened into a drizzle, and the sky above us was clearing, but nothing felt calm.

Alpha Dean’s chair scraped faintly as he rose to his feet, his face etched with disbelief. Loretta’s cup nearly slipped from her hand. She stood, crossing the space between them in hurried, ungraceful steps — so unlike her usual composed self. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, almost afraid to touch. “By the Goddess…” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. Her voice cracked as her fingertips brushed the mark. “This… this is the crescent of destiny.” The mark pulsed under Loretta’s touch, faintly glowing, sending a ripple of energy through the room. Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”