Mark K Yellow Book Novels & Stories

The book was also filled with weird rules and things I don’t think we as workers need to know. Like the way grumpy guy likes his coffee and the things that we do that annoys him. Apparently, saying the words literally when the thing isn’t literal makes him wants to go crazy. He hates the color yellow and that wasn’t surprising at all. He probably likes grey and black and white and soulless colors that match his own disgustingly black soul that’s always put to destroy innocent people on his path. Have I not made a huge mistake like this? Can’t wait to tell George all this shit when I get home.

Celeste traced her thumb over the green, wishing for more. Paul watched her tape the second copy and said, “You color-coded us.” “Yes.” “Am I red?” “No,” she said. “You’re yellow.” He squinted, offended on principle. “What does yellow mean?” “Unpredictable.” He smiled, pleased, like it was a compliment he’d earned. “Correct.” Then, with a mock bow, he added, “Unpredictability is my only consistent trait.” Mark stood back from the wall, arms crossed, and exhaled visibly. “Okay. Good. This. This is what we needed.”

I made my way to the kitchen, to his amazing and beautiful kitchen, and started looking for breakfast and coffee. Contrary to what I came to think, Mark's apartment was very nice and comfortable, of course it screamed money everywhere, but in a classy way. His kitchen had quartz countertops and matched the dark cabinets. The living room was spacious and comfortable, it had the giant sofa where we, ahem, slept; two more seats, the TV on the wall where there was a beautiful fireplace and light parquet floors. I didn’t remember much of his room, only his big and comfortable bed and, of course, his exquisite bathroom, but I still didn’t know how many more rooms there were in the place.

Liam held Maliks arm and lead him down the same stairs. I started my exploration on the first floor in the kitchen. It looked as though it was fully stocked. The walls were a beautiful light gray with cherry cabinets and grey marble countertops. The appliances were all black, which didn’t seem to surprise me any. Next was a living room area which seemed pretty plain other than the black leather couch and a huge flat screen tv on the wall. It looked cozy but it didn’t seem like it got used very often. There were no pictures on the walls or really any décor at all.

Kellen was silent, standing a little apart, as if he’d known this moment his entire life. The Hollowfangs swarmed the clearing. Some shifted into wolves, thick-coated beasts with frothing jaws and eyes that glowed with savage delight. Others stayed human, but their smiles were worse — sharp, mocking, hungry. This was a sport for them. They’d come to watch prey run. “Gather.” The voice rolled like thunder. Marek, the Hollowfang’s Alpha, strode into the clearing with his shoulders back and his bare chest streaked in ash markings that turned his body into something monstrous. His wolf aura pressed against us like a crushing weight, making my lungs strain for air.

I never expected him to say something so vile. So all his remorse and apologies were all an act. Just like in my past life, he was nothing but a cruel, selfish man who would do anything to get his way. Regret burned through me. This time, I would make sure Lucian banished him from Darkwood Pack. A man like Chris didn't deserve to be my mate. He didn't even deserve to be Lucian's Beta. Before I could recover from my fury, Drake punched Chris, sending him crashing to the ground.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

What is your safe word, Kacie? M-Markov. Say it again. Markov. Good girl. Jake’s grip on my waist disappears and I fall forward on the soft couch. I lift my head and find him still seated on the stool and his eyes aren’t cold, they aren’t angry. Burning heat and lust look back at me and I’m so thankful. The bulge in his pants is hard, thick, and I know it’s throbbing. Knowing that he’s hard because he watched us sends a shiver down my spine.

Explaining the situation that had transpired. Asked to take a seat, the only open one was next to Nikolias. So she sat there next to him. Smiling to himself, Nikolias pushed his book towards her. She had yet to get one, so it was only wise for him to share at this time. “Mr. Wickman is strict, but you’ll be okay. The office has the AP Science books, we will get you one at lunch.” He whispered lightly, only loud enough for her to hear. Nodding the girl smiled gently.

“Oh, Mark, forgive me—I must have missed the part where you were appointed as the authority on what women can or can’t do. Or was it just the last brain cell rattling around in that thick skull of yours that decided it was a good idea to threaten me?” I stepped closer, my tone as sweet as venom. “And here I thought your Alpha trained you to be a little smarter than to provoke someone who can tear you down with a single sentence. Shall we test that theory? Or would you like to see my wolf?” My alpha aura spilled out to the level that Mark couldn’t stand it. His surprise was apparent in his eyes as he inclined his neck in submission. “You forget,” I lashed at him. “I am an Alpha, and you are n