Mark Mark Fruit Novels & Stories

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

No bra today, the heat already thick outside. Downstairs Sarah stood at the counter slicing fruit, her sundress hugging her hips. Mark sat at the table with coffee, scrolling on his phone. “Morning, sweetie,” Sarah said, smiling like nothing had happened in the middle of the night. “Sleep okay after the storm?” I nodded, sliding into my chair. Mark looked up, his eyes dark and knowing. “You seemed pretty worked up last night.” His voice stayed low, just for me. Heat rushed to my face. I grabbed a piece of melon and ate it fast.

You know how to dance, dont you? Cautiously at first, she and the little gargoyle joined the parade as they passed through what looked like a marketplace--a long, narrow strip of land packed with wooden casks and bowls full of goods for sale: dimply black avocados, deep red stalks of maize, dried herbs bundled with twine, and many other things Lawrence didnt recognize. She turned her head this way and that to see as much as possible as she passed, but there was no way to stop. The surge of the crowd pushed her inexorably forward.

Before I could respond, the staff began bringing in platters of food, bursting with vibrant tropical fruits, some of which I hadn't seen before. “See a lot to eat. Mangoes, papayas, pineapples, and something I couldn’t quite identify. The sweet, rich aromas filled the air, making my stomach growl despite the fact I’d just eaten on the boat. "Help yourself," Marko said, gesturing toward the spread. "I thought you’d be hungry after the trip." I eagerly grabbed a slice of papaya and took a bite. The fruit was perfectly ripe, bursting with flavor. “This is incredible,” I said, savoring the sweetness.

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

he says, a small smile on his face. "That was bipolar as fuck." Mark suddenly says. "You guys saw that?" I say, sniffling. "Hell yeah we did. Good news though. We got your watermelon balls and ice cream. We were wrestling to get it, that's why it took so long." Mark says, with a goofy smile on his face. "Thanks boys." I say, grabbing my snacks. "Can we go watch Lolita?" I ask Vixen. "Oh hell no." he says.

She moved along. We stopped at a stall with jars of imported olives and pickled vegetables. “Here,” she said, handing me two large glass jars. “Carry this for me. It’s nothing.” They were heavy. I took them both without blinking and followed her. She walked slower now, as if waiting to see me drop them or complain. I didn’t. We reached the fruit section. She picked up a peach, pressed it gently, then dropped it back into the pile. “Marco likes firm peaches. Pick a few.”

None of it did. Swallowing hard, I wiped my face with trembling hands, quickly brushing away the stubborn tears that kept falling. Then I crossed my arms, forcing my feet to move, walking up to him with every ounce of false confidence I could muster. “My mate marked me,” I said flatly, the words tasting like poison on my tongue. Bitter and humiliating. But I wasn’t about to let him mess with me, Alpha Rex was dangerous, everyone knew that. A dangerous flirt, a heartless player, and no one forgot what he did to Elyra. No one. It was why she hated him so much to this day.