Mark Mark Fruit Novels & Stories

I’d never been much for wearing a lot of makeup, just mascara and if I felt I needed something extra, then a bright red lipstick. Mark had been late, holding one single white rose, and looking sexy in a dark blue shirt and black, tight jeans. The blue had made his eyes look like the ocean on a clear, sunny day, his skin looked tanned, and his smile was contagious. We had talked for hours before remembering to eat and we had seen each other every day since that night. ‘You okay babe?’ I jump before feeling Mark’s arms caressing me from behind, and I lean into his heat and smell of oakmoss, bergamot and something else...

"And if I say I don't want to talk." "Then I'd say you don't have a lot of options right now." He said it without heat, almost apologetically. "I'd rather not make this harder than it has to be. I don't think you want that either." "What I want," I said, "is to know whether Ryan is alive." Marcus was quiet for three full seconds. In those three seconds I watched his face and learned nothing from it except that he was very good at his face. "He's Ryan," he said finally, like that was an answer.

I replied hoping he does not ask further and it's just like he's reading my mind “Ohh okay” He muttered and I nodded “So about the answer?” “The wine is not made up of just one fruit” I said and his eyes widened, “How did you know that?” “Because I could inhale the scents of multiple fruits from it and the first fruit I discovered was lime that gave it a sour taste, then star fruit to suite the lime sour taste, it has blueberries too, it has cherries, peach and dragon fruits” These are the ones I could detect

He never failed to remind her every time. Later that day, Alexander was taking a break at his office. His work there was almost finished so he knew that he deserved a break. He was also very famished so he went out of the office and asked a maid to bring food for him. He went back into the office and took a seat on his chair. Mark had come earlier and had left as a result of some acres of land he wanted to survey which was to be allotted to the keep to start a pig farm and breed a rare species of pigs that Mark had brought back from his recent trip to Warwick. The Marquess of Warwick had given Mark the pigs as a token of appreciation when their treaty had been approved and concluded. Ten of

Beach campfires interested me. “Lia, what makes you so excited down there?” Mark asked. Ivor and Mark had sat down, there were three glasses of wine and a plate of fruit on the small table. “The view of the beach and campfire,” I answered Mark and laughed. I sat down at the empty seat, which was in the middle of their seat, and sipped a glass of wine. “What kind of champagne do you guess it is?” Mark asked. He held a glass of champagne in his left hand, his right hand plucked the grapes from the bunch and put them in his mouth.

Mark brought the store goods out and it turned out to be bags of popcorn, chips, chocolates, and a large bottle of juice. I let out a loud laugh. “What are you planning to do with all this?” He shrugged, “I am not like dad, Kate. I am quite clueless when it comes to things. But trust that all of this is genuinely from a place of love. Let me know if you need anything else. You don’t have to talk to me. Just enjoy the ambiance and let your heart out.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “This is so sweet of you, Mark. But I can’t help but ask. Is the beach your favorite place? Your last exhibition was held here too.”

He just stayed there, crouched on the ground, watching me leave. I walked a long distance before glancing over my shoulder. He was still there, like an abandoned child clutching the brooch in his fist. Sunlight fell over him, but it only made him look more desolate. When I returned to the apartment, Mark was making coffee. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the strawberries. “You ran into him?” “Yeah.” I placed the strawberries on the table, picked one up, and ate it. The sweetness felt almost cloying. “It’s over.”

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Her getup was certainly not something she would prefer and her dark face was attesting to the fact she did not like it a bit. Li Yu and Si Xiu looked at each other speechlessly before averting their gazes towards the culprit. Mark was sleeping on Tang Li's luxurious king-sized bed with one of his elbow propped up in a pillow as he supported on his fist. In his other hand, he was holding a bunch of ruby roman grapes dangling it near his mouth. His tongue peeked out as he frivolously licked a group before plucking it from the bunch, "Rich people and their deep pockets. How wonderful," he murmured as he looked at his friend who was sulking.