Mark Manio Novels & Stories

“She has survived she has survived against all odds. God has finally accepted my prayers for once. “And has brought her back from the brink of death, proving that even in the darkest of moments, there was always hope.” But the celebration is cut short after Don Mauro starts laughing out happily and pours himself a glass of that expensive whiskey, he has beside him every time before he lights his cigar. He then commands the goon beside Erede. “Go ahead and mark her now. This is still your task. And I need you to smoothly complete it. I don’t like losers working for me. “I need you to mark her….Mark her and complete the marking to Kill Luciano’s wolf. Turn him powerless for me to kill him once

"Who wants to know?" The man took a hesitant step forward, his eyes darting nervously around the alley as if expecting an ambush at any moment. "My name is Marco," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I used to work for Vito Valencio, but I've seen things – things that have made me question everything I thought I knew." Amari and Antonio exchanged a meaningful glance, silently communicating their skepticism. They had learned the hard way that trust was a rare commodity in their line of work, and they were not about to take this man at his word without proof.

Javier asked as he stared at me. “Inventory is low right now,” Marco replied. Javier stared a beat longer, then was gone. “I didn’t…I didn’t…” The sniveling man quivered on the ground. Domenico’s eyes narrowed on the man, his body rigid, muscles coiled tight. “Oh, but Elio, you did.” Without warning, a wave of energy burst through him and his fist connected with Elio’s face, sending him down to the ground. I jumped and pressed back into the bars of my cage. While I’d always felt the alarm of danger in his presence, that he was a beast about to pounce, I hadn’t seen it.

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

I say, "It's not up for sale." "Don't talk to that man again," he grits through his teeth. "Aww, why? Is the big bad mob boss jealous?" I ask making sure that I annoy him. He says, "That's Santino Martino. My biggest rival. If you are seen talking to him, then my men will be suspicious of you." Okay. I exclaim, "Great!" We move in sync for a few more minutes. As the lights dim, I push him away.

He rolled his eyes at Johnny and said, "Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?" Johnny sighed, and Grandpa just rolled his eyes again. "I'm Markus Gravano, grandfather of this dickhead." "I'm Alessia," I said shyly. "I know exactly who you are, my child," he said, looking at his wife with a smile. "Come on, let's get something to eat, shall we?" Clarissa said, much to my relief.

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.” The bossy dude whispered into my ear. “please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..” I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears. “how old are you kid?” He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak. “I said how old are you? You nitwit.” He bellowed stentoriously “S... I XT..E...E...N"

“When the Moon-Lake Pack was still powerful, you were arrogant. You bullied everyone here at the academy—especially Wynette.” “You owe them an apology.” “Drink a glass for each of them.” I looked at the table. It wasn’t just a few glasses. It was dozens—each one filled with potent spirits. Not ordinary wine. These were dangerous even for a healthy wolf. My wolf was already weak. Barely holding on. I inhaled shakily. “What if I refuse?” One of them leaned in, voice dripping with mockery. “Taryn, you have no pack now. No name. No power. You sure you want to make enemies again?”

Jonathan's behaviour is confusing but as much as I want to think that he's looking out for me he's not because otherwise, he would be protecting me right now not helping the men who want to get me the hell out of here. "I need you to go and help Mark. He is in the bedroom getting a bag together for little Miss Luna here but I'd bet that the guy has no idea of what he needs. Neither of us has a mate but you do so you're the best one for the job." Twat bag two looks around the room before speaking bearly above a whisper. "Where are Warren and Declan?" I'd also like to know the answer to that.

he started. "You can't! Not this time, not ever again!" I snapped, my voice laced with finality. I saw Sloane waiting for me outside with her car, and the sight gave me the strength to continue. I stepped closer to Marco, yanking my bag from his grip. I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity, but all I saw was a twisted mix of regret and manipulation. He was a Made Man, after all. Cunning, manipulative, powerful. There was no limit to what he could do.