Mark Manio Novels & Stories

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

“These tomatoes are getting heavier by the season.” She cackled. “You’re too unserious.” The market pulsed with life pack members setting up vendor stands, children darting through the crowds, elders haggling over prices. Despite the noise, there was something comforting about it. Something familiar. It felt like home. We dropped off our delivery at the usual stand. The elderly market manager, Mrs. Harlan, gave us a grateful nod. “Bless you, girls. These tomatoes are the reddest I’ve seen in moons.”

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.

he hesitated “—a scheduled email draft in her account. It’s not sent. It’s timed. If she doesn’t cancel, it goes out.” My wolf stirred. Not fear. Interest. “A dead-man switch,” I said. Jory nodded. “It’s addressed to multiple outlets and a lawyer. Subject line is ‘If I’m missing.’ Attachment mentions names: Doyle, Crowe—and something about a mark.” I kept my expression calm while my gut tightened. So Mara can blow up the entire pack, me, not just Gage. Hunters. Police. Media. The council’s secrecy becomes a bonfire. Which means she’s not just a witness.

" None of this is funny. You can't torture men just because I went on a date with them. He didn't even know I was someone's wife." " So you rescued him? " He scoffed and stared at me with disappointment in his eyes. He could be disappointed all he wanted. Mark was safe and that was all that mattered. " Yes. You're so heartless. This is a human life we are talking about. " I tried to reason with him but the look on his face told me he wasn't there with me. " He knew exactly who you were. He is a Russian mob spy. They're closing in on our territory. They want to take over from us. "

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

Elena defended Mark chuckled, he brought out his iPhone and played a voice note for her "David wrecked my company, he stole more than a billion dollars from my company in the name of partnership. I will end his life and everyone who knows him" the unknown man said painfully "that's just one of the many mafia CEOs he has scammed, going back to him will be the end of you, I wish you well, Elena," Mark said and closed the door, leaving her to think about her options. Mark arrived at his room and he felt disorganized, no one had ever rejected his offer, it was surprising to him, and as he took off his shirt, revealing his tattooed chest, a faint knock was heard on the door.

CHAPTER 1 Lillianna Damion looked at the man sitting in front of her and felt her throat constrict. This here was AJ Fortes… Notoriously well known. He came into the diner where she worked and asked to see her… AJ Fortes was looking at her darkly. She felt her entire body tense. “Can I help you?” She asked not knowing why this man wanted to see her. How the hell did he even know her name? She was really unsure… This man was infamous… He was dangerous and everybody who had any sort of social media knew this.

I remark, not sure what the point was. "Maiden Notes is an anagram for Damian Stone." Damian remarks looking highly of himself. "So what? So you own the building. Big freaking deal. That still doesn't explain why you're here." Damian, however, looks over at me with a weird expression on his face, almost as if he finds it sexy that I continue to challenge him.