Novel & Cerita Mark Mina

Francine fought down the urge to roll her eyes. Did she remember him? Ummmm… yeah. Hell, yeah. What hot-blooded woman would ever forget Mark Hayden? The man was a trained doctor, he was a former battle surgeon, he was a bodyguard. Throw in his mint-green eyes sparkling with humor and intelligence against his café-au-lait skin, and his hulking, mountain-of-muscle frame, and he was also panty-meltingly hot. Like, scorching, burning, five-alarm, call-every-truck-in-town hot.

Stamped on the front: the crescent and three slashes. My stomach tightened. That mark is pack ink. It doesn’t belong in human soil. “That’s not supposed to be here,” I said, and I meant it in every way. A twig snapped behind the fence line, too close. A voice drifted over, amused. “Found something, witness?”

"They seem nice. Give it a chance, Lila." She rang the doorbell, and I shifted my weight, my sneakers scuffing the welcome mat. The door opened, and there they were. Mark first, tall and built like he worked out every day, his dark hair cropped short, a shadow of stubble on his jaw. He wore a plain black t-shirt that hugged his muscles and jeans that fit just right. His eyes met mine, brown and intense, like he could see right through me. "You must be Lila," he said, his voice deep and steady. He held out his hand.

Many of them are the Lavista's close friends and high-ranking pack members; a few alphas and their lunas are in attendance, too. Nicholas has abandoned me and disappeared from my sight. I'm speaking to a Luna when a tall man with very short hair and clear gray eyes approaches me. " Hello, Miss Jamila. It's nice to meet you. My name is Maximus Jere. " He has a friendly smile, and I feel at ease with him. I smile, feeling relieved. " Hi," We shake hands when we hear a growl that suddenly quietens the room again.

ELENA’s POV I swiped the screen with a trembling finger. Mark’s face appeared. He was wearing a headset, sitting in what looked like a glass-walled office in Singapore. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were bright with greed. "Elena! Hey, babe! You wouldn't believe this place," Mark shouted. The connection was a little laggy. "The office is huge! And the hotel... man, Vane really knows how to treat his people. I’ve got a private chef and a driver."

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.”

"Because I will be pissed if my maid of honor has to dip out because her boss is an asshole." Mark leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back." I smiled and nodded at him as he stood up and walked away.

Tinu acknowledged with glee and bright eyeballs. With a blushful face, she beamed sighting Mark stepping in as he stood gallantly beside her mother. One could call him Cynosure with tall frame, light - coloured skin and beardline that runs thingly from below his ear to his chin. "To Flinch, it's a great honor to be awarded this and Love, Mark - I'm glad I met you. For easing my worries and relieving my soul; I crave to be yours fully! To my friends who are not present but are organising something else for me, they are the best! Thanks all! " Tinu Solanke concluded, revealing sparkling set of white teeth as she raised her glass in accord with others.

"Like he's gonna beat someone up any minute?" "Yea, I heard that's his default setting." Philip answered, making Christiana laugh. She's just so happy, seems like she's gonna live her dream after all. Three days later, Alexandro was in his house that evening, working in his home office when his best friend, Mark came over. Mark owns the biggest bar in town and a very successful club. "Hey, man." he said as he flung himself on top of the couch. "Hey. What have you been up to apart from following the bitches?"

He had to be at least 6’2. I frowned. He couldn't make it more obvious what sort of meeting this was? He came straight to my table and slid in across from me, pulling the shades off his eyes. I pulled away from the force of his eyes. He had the most beautiful shade of honey-brown eyes I'd ever seen, and his smile brightened his eyes. “Hello, Aria. I'm Markus. Before you ask, yes, I was parked outside work waiting for your word.” His voice was high, almost charming.