Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

"How is that the same? Kaia is my friend. But this Drake? He's not even from our pack! He knows you have a mate, yet he's still pursuing you. He just wants to get you into bed!" At those words, I raised my hand and slapped him. Hard.

Malachor's grip tightened, possessive and unyielding, his thrusts growing wilder, more animalistic. He leaned down, fangs grazing her neck before sinking in deep, marking her flesh with a fresh bite. The pain exploded sharp and hot, blood welling up immediately, trickling warm down her collarbone. Elizabeth cried out, her body arching involuntarily, pussy spasming around his invading cock as he slammed harder in response. His tongue lapped at the wound, tasting her metallic essence while his hips snapped forward without mercy, driving his full girth into her over and over. The bite held her in place, his growl rumbling against her skin as he claimed her completely, possessively.

Strigha's voice rumbled in my chest. Strigha stirred, at first a whisper under my skin, then a roar. Adrenaline shot through me as my heart thumped heavily in my chest. The pattern on my sleeve pulsed and heat flooded my bones. My hands went from numb to iron. I felt Earis’s presence all of a sudden, like the mark was alive again. She was close by, close enough to see me. With one swing the chain snapped, the links tearing free as I threw the length around his neck, hauling him to his knees.

"I don't want to talk about this," Effie Marsh said, hurling her bag onto the couch. Her face was etched with icy detachment, shutting down any chance of further discussion. I rubbed my throbbing temples, bone-tired from the endless back-and-forth. We'd been at each other's throats since clocking out, sparked by the events at the firm's annual gala earlier that day. I couldn't comprehend why she had diminished my hard-earned victories while propping up Kevin Taylor, the fresh-faced newcomer who'd joined the firm only months ago.

"They could have killed us! David’s security team will trace the GPS on your bike. They’ll tell Eleanor! They'll tell the lawyers that I ran away with you!" Mark dismounted in one smooth, powerful motion, holding his leather jacket over his uninjured shoulder as he stepped onto the porch. He didn't look frantic. His expression had settled into an intense, burning seriousness. "They can't trace a single signal to this ridge," Mark said, his voice a low, steady velvet that wrapped around my frayed nerves despite my fury. As though I was spouting words off this earth. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a heavy iron key, and unlocked the cabin door, throwing it open to reveal a dim, quiet in

Dave Thompson sat down in the living room of his opulent house, looking disturbed and worried as he angrily slammed his phone on the table—he was heavily disoelws3d from the news he just heard. Mark was just not anyone to their organization, he had a lot of resources and was like a brother to him, so the news reaching him about the death of his friend shook him to the core, but what disturbed him more was how Mark was killed and tossed in the street close to one of their underground business headquarter—he was certain that whoever killed Michael was not just powerful but daring and he was after something that without a doubt had something to do with him as well.

Mark shook his head as he took a sip from a bottle of beer. “Forget about it,” I heard Mark say. “Why the hell would you think I could just forget?” Troy yelled. Shock and anger color Trevor’s voice as he turns towards Mark, shaking his head exasperation at the pleading look on his friend’s face. “Because I told you so, damn it! We’re going to enjoy the rest of the night; after all, the drinks are on the same man who tried to kill me.” I stopped and Mark gave me a death stare as if he was warning me about something.

"Now, I don't need to know what they are, even though you're my client and I couldn't reveal anything, even if I daresay I could hazard a guess or two. The question is have you verbally or physically implicated yourself, or have your sisters" Mark immediately remembered the conversation he'd had on his balcony last night with Maddy and Myra, the individual conversations they'd had and the several conversations he'd had with Jasmine about it too. "Fuck." "Have you committed any criminal offences, Mark?" He shook his head. "I... don't know, actually. I think... fuck it. I met Myra three years ago when she was a stripper and she gave me a lap dance. Then I met Maddy at a club and we slept toget

Tracy looking dumbfounded still, Mr Hathaway stood to address Mark. “This is a disgrace, you are such a pig, Mark… a fucking pig!” He said with rage filling his voice and panting hard “Say whatever you want, you won't have a say in what my life would end up as.” Mark responded as he left the table grabbing Tracy's hand. Tracy hesitantly followed him.