Mark Kills Thragg 소설 & 이야기

Mark brought out a small dagger from nowhere and plugged it into his neck. Blood spluttered as he pulled out the dagger. The man held his neck and fell down dead. "If you come near me. That's how you are going to end" he threatened the others that were coming towards him. The men hesitated for a bit. They started moving towards him slowly. Mark got up and started running again. Alpha Nolan knew that Mark would need help to get away from the men. He struggled to get on his feet and followed them as they raced after Mark Unfortunately, Mark was finally cornered. He shivered and made loud breaths.

He got closer to Kendrick, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I thought you were going to betray me." Kendrick snickered. He lifted his shirt to show Mark the dressing around his waist. "You're being paranoid. I was just busy. You're here now, right? You know, I almost lost my life." Mark lowered his gaze. The next second, he said in Kendrick's ear, "I brought you gifts today." Mark stood up straight and snapped his fingers. Soon, a few men with black bags on their heads were shoved into the bedroom. They were linked together with a rope around their hands.

"You are Mine" He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Kirsten, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Kirsten Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and boyfriend, Kirsten moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother.

A scout from a neighboring pack, one thought long scattered in the war. In his hand was a sigil drawn in dirt and blood. Not of the Broker, not of Striker. A new mark, unfamiliar but pointed directly at us. Mia stepped forward, knelt beside him, and read the final breath he whispered into her ear. Her face changed not in fear but in recognition. Something she thought buried had just clawed its way out of the grave. “We’re not done,” she said, rising to her feet. “And this time, it isn’t about me.”

Her clothes were ripped, her stomach and thighs was stained with dried blood, and thick red marks lined her back in neat, cruel rows. “Rogue?” Silas asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. I crouched beside her, my gaze lingering on the whip marks. Those weren’t from a rogue attack. They were deliberate. Systematic. Punishment. “I don't think so,” I muttered. “She was probably flogged and left out to die.” A moment of silence, then I continued. “Let's take her since she is still alive.“ Silas eyes furrowed in shock. Then he frowned. “That’s not our problem, Thorne. She’s a burden we can’t afford. She might bring trouble with her. Who knows what she might have done to be punished like that.”

She raised her eyebrow as she neared her reflection and touched the once-scarred tissue underneath her bad eye. "What in the world is happening to me," she mumbled softly as she realized that her stab marks had vanished. She wasn't disappointed seeing her smooth skin; she was just wondering how. Smiling, she jumped into her shower to get ready for her shift. Once she arrived she showed Otis her flawless skin where one of her biggest scars had been and his old eyes narrowed. "Probably due to that big chicken that destroyed the room. Oh, I got word that Travis and his old hag kicked the bucket from overdosing, sorry to say but it doesn't surprise me none," he mumbled. Sophia nodded and grew si

Mark looked around and asked, “Dad, where is everyone?” His father told him that Zion had received a call indicating that Grace had been stabbed. He took Jonathan and rushed to the hospital. Mark was shocked and said, “Dad, I don’t want to lie to say that I’m sad because I’m not, Aunt Grace deserves it. Someone is giving her a taste of her own medicine. Where are Tamara and Theodore?” His father replied, “Tamara is in her room and Theodore is meeting a client.” Mark nodded his head and walked to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of juice.

“The date! Amore Mio, you say you have meeting with Mark? But Mark not here anymore.” Was he just openly stating the fact that he had killed him just because he wanted to go on a date with me? It wasn't something sweet, Mark was threatening me, yes, but I didn't think he would go as far as releasing those videos, Mark wasn't like that. “Uh, sure,” I nodded. He stretched his hand grabbed mine, and pulled me toward the car. The walk was silent, just the clamours of the crowd and the dull throbs of the siren that had driven off to another hot crime scene.

Other than that, there was no other trace of blood anywhere else. Was Markos really a legitimate businessman? I laughed and shook my head, deciding I was being crazy. Markos had an empire to show for all his hard work. He had to be a legitimate businessman. There had to be a good explanation for all the blood I saw. After cleaning, I carried out other duties and passed the time before it was time to go home. I was very hungry and tired and I couldn’t wait to get home. As I exited the hotel, I saw Markos leaning against his car. His dark hair was unruly and messy on his head, his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and he was in slacks and Armani shoes. He looked very hot.

“It didn’t look like he was alone.” That stilled something. Andre’s expression didn’t shift, but the air around him did. “How many?” he asked. “We couldn’t tell. The trail was disturbed deliberately.” Andre’s jaw tightened slightly, his thoughts moving faster now, connecting pieces that did not yet fully fit. Theo disappearing on his own was one thing. Now he disappeared at this time with the trails, it was clearly hunting for something… That was something else entirely. “Marks?” Andre asked. “None clear enough.”