Mark Mark Fruit Novels & Stories

I gave him a questioning look. “We will need our energy to move your stuff. And i Don’t know about you but i am starving” he said as he set a plate down in front me of and one where he would be sitting. He then set down two bottles of water that he had been carrying under one arm with the plates. Just then my stomach growled pretty loudly. Mark chuckled at that and handed me some utensils and a napkin. The food did smell pretty good. On my plate was a turkey sub with cheese, lettuce, onions, tomatoes and bacon. There were some potato chips and a bowl of fruit. There was a chocolate chip cookie as well. We ate in silence. The occasional pack member greeting us. It was peaceful and enjoyable.

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

"Is Jamie getting better?" "He's stable," I replied, forcing a smile for their sake. "The healers are taking good care of him." I held up the bag, watching their eyes widen with excitement. "I brought something for you all." "Dried fruits!" Ben exclaimed, recognizing the familiar packaging. "This time, you don't need to save them," I said, setting the bag down where they could reach it. "Eat as much as you want. No need to be reluctant." Marcus immediately dove into the bag, his small hands emerging with several pieces of the sweet, chewy fruit. The sight of his unguarded happiness made my chest warm.

He started to cook for me. He moved with quiet efficiency, like he’d done this before—eggs, toast, a little too much butter. I watched him from the counter, chin resting on my palm, letting the ordinary rhythm of breakfast anchor me. My eyes met the nails mark on his back as he turned. It was red and bruising red. I blushed remembering everything again. He paused, brow furrowed. He picked up a small envelope from the table—white, unmarked. I blinked. “What’s that?”

Mark said and shook her head sideways. "Rice porridge taste weird it not delicious " She said. Brittany woke up last night and Mark had been by her side since then. "Come on my pretty Brittany eat it for my sake you look too pale the rice porridge will make you get your beautiful healthy skin back , do you think your boyfriend would like to see a pale faced girlfriend ? " Mark teased her knowing fully well that she had no boyfriend and she blushed. "I don't have a boyfriend " She said.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

He stopped. "Didn't realize what?" His eyes met mine. Dark. Haunted. "That once you're marked, leaving isn't simple anymore." The words hung in the air. Heavy with implication. "What does that mean?" "It means the bond changes you." His voice dropped. "Makes separation painful. Difficult. The mark isn't just a symbol, Della. It's a connection. And breaking it—" He looked away. "It has consequences." "What kind of consequences?" "The kind that make leaving almost impossible." His jaw was so tight I thought it might break. "The kind Victoria didn't understand until it was too late."

" I had a dinner meeting with a client, it's late, so it's best if you just have some vegetables, go sit down, I'll bring you something," I went into the sitting room while Markus went to the kitchen to get me something to eat. A few minutes later he came back with what looked like a fruit salad or rather a fruit salad because the plate contained different varieties of fruit. " Woah, that looks nice," I said to him as he took a seat beside me. " Well, it should because if I don't take care of you, who will? Come on open up," He said as he dug the fork into the salad made an airplane sound, and moved it towards my mouth. I couldn't help but laugh as I opened my mouth welcoming the food.

What are you here for? "Ohh easy , take it easy, I just wanna check up on you and give you this" Mark said as he hand over a plastic bag filled with plantain chips for a moment, Alex let his body relax, he is not here for a dangerous mission. "Thanks" he said as he collected the chips "Sorry for how my brother approached you the last time, he is always a shit" Mark said "No it's fine, I understand that he loves her and he is trying to prove it to me"

“Sorry about that Fabrini. I had to make sure that you weren’t being followed.” I sighed, and as my panic ebbed my brain finally registered the smell that was wafting off him. Immediately, Lea recoiled, snarling, and I wrinkled my nose and stumbled back without meaning to. It was a small miracle that that wasn’t the first thing I noticed, and as I swallowed it felt like the sickly fruit smell had crawled in through my nostrils and down my throat. A stinging itch began there, and I forced down a cough as my eyes suddenly started to water.