Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

Mike shouts, and one of the thugs at the back of our vehicle picks up a large hammer and opens the door. Mark steps on the brakes and immediately the car slows. The thug jumps off, using the hammer to take out the two motorcycles. His movements are just as fast as Mark’s, and in that moment, I know that no amount of natural talent can get me to this level of ruggedity. I need to train. Mark smiles, knowing exactly what is lingering in my mind. “Amazed, right? Well, this is only the beginning. We have crossed the borderline already, we are in the clear.” He stops the car and takes out a cigarette, lighting one for himself and his two gang members.

Mark ran into the room and removed the gag from Josiah’s mouth. “Mark, what are you doing here?” Josiah asked, as Saddle continued straddling him. “Toby thought you were in danger.” Mark answered him honestly. “Toby is a bundling idiot. I asked him to find a guy by the name of Grande. Shaba threatened to send him after me if I ever double crossed her.” “Well I did find Grande, and a small group gathered outside of the village.” Mark responded. “Untie me.” He ordered, but Mark spoke up first. “No, enjoy yourself Alpha, we have Grande and you can deal with him after you finish here.”

It was so sweet and alluring that it sent a spark through my senses, stronger than just a simple fragrance. Mark was bouncing around in my mind, practically giving me a headache with his endless excitement. “Teya,” he whispered, almost too eagerly. The realization hit me like a tidal wave; my little mate was nearby—or at least she had been. But why on Earth would she be eavesdropping? And more importantly, why did she run away? There was something undeniably off about her, a puzzle I was itching to solve. When I turned back to the spot where I’d left Stacey, my heart sank—she was gone. “Damn it!” I muttered under my breath, frustration bubbling inside me.

Exhibits C through triple X were scattered across the US and Canada waiting for Sinners to pass through their area again. “Whatever, Trey. Come over to my place tonight and I’ll make you dinner. Suck your cock.” Mark was a decent cook. And he did suck good cock. He was also exceedingly easy on the eyes and had a spectacularly tight ass, but the guy needed to move on. Trey had tried to hook him up with a few different men, but Mark was too hung up on Trey to consider anyone else. “I can’t.” “Can’t or won’t?” he challenged.

A third sprawled near the center of the room. Mark’s stomach twisted. “Raymond?” he called. No response. He moved further inside. And then he saw her. Tricia. She was still tied to the chair where they had left her. Her head hung forward. Her body was completely still. “Tricia…” Mark’s voice broke as he rushed forward. He dropped to his knees beside her. “Tricia… wake up…” His hands trembled as he touched her shoulder. Her skin felt cold. The sight of the blood on her chest made his breath catch in his throat.

He placed the newborn on the floor, he looked into her green one last time before bitting on her shoulder thereby marking her. A scream of anguish was heard from the mother of the child has she looked at her baby been marked. Growling from the pack of the wolf increase as the father of the child lung forward to attack the beast but was held back by another wolf, the sound of the gun was heard as it hit it target. The monster fell back as the sliver hit him on his shoulder close to his heart, without proper treatment he knew he will be dead before sunrise. With the monster fallen, the father ran to his family picking his daughter with his mouth and his mate running down to join them, she too

he says, and I believe him. Eli comes over and kisses me deeply. “We’ll find Kelly,” he says. “I’ve already assembled my team.” Mark is the last to kiss me, and he takes his time. It isn’t until Tristan says, “You do know my daughter is watching, right?” that Mark lets up. Mark glares at him and then says, “I’ll be back as soon as I interegate these traitors.” He has his Alpha face on now, and I would feel sorry for anyone who crossed his path if they didn’t deserve to be punished for what they’ve done.

"I wanted to assist you in investigating the Mark case." Sir Harris's response was almost immediate, “With a great talent stepping forward, this mysterious and intriguing case will undoubtedly be solved quickly." "Can you tell me about the case now?" Sir Harris sent Thorne the photos of Mark's body and continued to recount the process of the case, saying, "Mark was killed in the basement of Miller Manor, and the killer was extremely brutal, using very unique methods to dismember the body..." Little did Thorne know that when he saw Mark's death, which was almost identical to a blood sacrifice, he was reminded of his own mother's gruesome death. Overwhelmed with anger, he spat out a mouthful o

Realization slammed into me like a brick wall. "You're not my stalker?" I whispered. He snickered and shook his head again. "I was the brains behind everything and helped your stalker know your whereabouts, but no... I am not your stalker." Then he went towards the door and grabbed the handle with his gun-wielding hand, and Tristan took this opportunity to step forward to grab me. But Mark spun, knocking me to my ass as a sharp pain seared up my spine, and pointed his gun in Tristan's direction and fired.

He comes toward me and he pulls me into a tight hug while I start sobbing again. “Let it all out, let it out,” he says as I hold his shirt tight, hoping it will help relieve the pain I'm feeling a little but it makes no difference at all. “He's dead Hugh, Mark is gone for good now. Alpha Luggard killed him” I say and he raises my head to make me look at him. “We'll make him pay, I promise you that he won't go scot-free for trying to screw us over,” he says and I don't say anything in response.