Mark Mark Fruit Novels & Stories

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.”

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"

He maintained a poker face as he asked the strange question. Lilith didn't know what he had talked about, what concerns marking with intimacy? Isaac understood the reason for her questioning look, she was oblivious about stuff like that. But he couldn't blame her, James refused to expose her to the world, thereby making her oblivious about a lot of things. " To mark someone is extremely painful except if both parties are to be intimate. So tell me, do you want to experience the pain or not?" Isaac said again. He was getting annoyed by her question.

“So where is this Deleima and what gossips do you have on this place?” Jai asked Darrion as they flew above the flower meadow in the South Gate. “Southward from our beautiful castle walls. The famous thing from that village is the Derima fruit. It tastes sweet and sour, and it’s a bit addicting to eat it one by one,” Darrion chuckled, seemingly having reminiscence of him eating the fruit. “You know how small bits it is, and what’s the most charming from it was that it doesn’t have any seeds! The tiny fruits are the seeds, and we can eat them like normal fruit flesh! How cool is that?!”

I remember how amazed she looked as she stared out the window of my office, admiring the view. Mark's office was the complete polar opposite of mine. It was located centrally in the building, meaning that there were no city views. Not only that, but his walls were void of any emotion, not that my office had any either. But his were worse. He had floor-to-ceiling whiteboards used to keep track of all the marketing projects on the go. His office was also quite noisy since it was in the middle of the hub of the marketing department. It was like trying to work in the middle of an airport as opposed to in a secluded office space. I knew she had to be lying when she said she liked working there mo