Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

He waved the gun again, this time, in front of Mark's chest “He made us pose like idiots with you on that bed, to have something to threaten you with. We were five naked, excited idiots eager to take you as we wanted and, in the end, Daniel decided that only he could fuck you.” “And that bothered you.” Mark completed deciding to speak until now. “You were always smart, Sanders.” He began to fidget “Now move.” “No.” Mark growled, tensing even more. “I told you to move!” Tom shouted “Do you want me to blow your chest? I’ll do it if it’s need! This ends today!” I squeezed Mark's shoulders when I felt he was about to attack that maniac. “So...” I licked my lips nervously, looking for a way to di

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Now he was growing scared that the 'thief' would call her to tell her about this. What if she called off their date? He recalled that seconds ago, he'd been ready to lick the stuffing out of the man. The girl would surely call off the date if he and Phil fought here tonight. Mark stood leaning by the stairs railing as his two most trusted staff watched him. While Joe waited to give some common sense advice, the other one was clearly waiting for orders to do something physical to Phil. Jamal was one of Mark's former acquaintances from the streets. One of the "weed pushers" like his mom called them. Phil referred to all of them as "Thugs."

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

They placed me in a bedroom and closed the door—not locking it, but making sure I understood I wasn’t leaving. I sat on the edge of the bed, shaking now that no one could see. My world had burned. My mother was dead. The cult was gone. And the man who had ordered it all… was the only thing standing between me and whatever the Mark truly was. I pressed my palm over my shoulder, breathing through the heat. “You don’t own me,” I whispered into the dark. The Mark pulsed once. Slow. Patient. Like it was smiling.

A faint frown ghosts across his brows. “What?” I ask, voice soft. “That looks fresh.” His fingers lifts, barely grazing the healed-but-still-new bite mark just below my ear. The one from Shawn. “Mmmhmm.” I say, reaching for the silk scarf on the table, and wrapping it loosely around my throat to hide the mark. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, steady and searching. “Is it Shawn?” I hold his gaze but say nothing. He exhales through his nose. “I’ll take your silence as a yes.” he pauses, then quieter, “You’re mated now.”

The Marked One. ​As I reached them, Noah placed a hand on the small of my back. It was a gesture of protection, but my heart told me otherwise. ​"Tonight, you the neighbors," Cassian whispered, leaning in as I stood between them. "Try not to look so much like a rabbit, little wolf." ​"Why am I here?" I hissed, my hand instinctively going to the collar of my gown to hide the mark. ​"It’s a celebration of strength, Aria," Noah answered, his voice smooth as silk but hard as the marble beneath us. "The Blackthorne Gala". Our allies have traveled far to witness the stability of the Blackthorne territory. Don’t embarrass us."

I declare. "Suit yourself," he says. He runs a hand through his hair and is about to leave when something on my neck catches his gaze. His eyes widen, and he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. His eyes change from blue to bloodshot, "What the fuck is this?" he growls, grip tightening. I wince in pain. "What?" "You're marked!" he roars.

I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh and I swallowed the nausea. “What is it?” Marco whispered as he stared down at me. My gaze was fixed on his exposed throat and I opened the blade discreetly. When I looked at him, my smile was bittersweet. “I hope you rot in hell for eternity.” I whispered and his eyes widened. I struck immediately, slashing the blade across his throat in one clean motion. For a moment, Marco just stood there, his expression confused. Then blood began to spurt in rhythm with his heartbeat. He tried to speak, but only gurgles came out.

And I was too polite to turn him down. Two chairs away. That's how close to Gideon I was. If we both stretched out an arm, we could hold each other. I passed Doctor Carver a smile and slid into the chair, accidentally glancing in Gideon's direction as I did so. His eyes were slightly narrowed on me but his expression was unreadable. The room began to grow a little too hot. "We went through all the resources you provided and found out that the mark was linked to wolves who once occupied the Great Plains of Talamar," Doctor Carver began and went on to narrate what he had told me the previous night.