Mark Mina Novels & Stories

’ She said. I ignored her and look at this guy and his hand holding me. He let go. He looks like he needs company. I think he got problems. There’s nothing wrong being nice. I guess? “I still got fifteen minutes before my break ends.” I look away and give my attention to my puppy, happy. “Thanks. I’m Mark by the way.” He says. “I’m Wen. Nice to meet you Mark. You’re an Alpha right? I can sense it.” I said.

Said ken as he looks at eiji who is still in the arms of mina. “Um.. sir..”mina wanted ken to know that she is also there. “right, what is your name?” asked ken to mina “Abe Mina, sir” “Satoshi Ken, just call me satoshi, until when will you be here then?” ken is aware that mina would be leaving as well. “Madam told me to stay here for a week after that I will be leaving young master eiji in your care.”

Luke replied nodding his head to me while I concentrated on my empty plate afraid to look up. "Oh, the Kidjo girl Mark can't stop talking about?" He asked as I snapped my head up to meet his sky blue eyes on me. My face heated up as I took his look in. He was wearing a button-up shirt and his black hair was styled in a messy way which made him look hot. "Wait", I heard myself saying "you know Mark? " I asked confused He chuckled in that deep baritone voice. "Yes I do" he replied as his eyes held a glint. "He's the star quarterback of the baseball team and I'm team captain", he said while leaning forward on the table.

"Yea, our friend Mark and his date are here also." "ooh, Alright." We walked to meet the rest of the group who were laughing and exchanging pleasantries. "You must be Araceli." Mark stretched his arm out to me, a crooked smile on his face. His black hair was faded by the sides, with a neat line adorning one end of it. He looked handsome even in a plain white pants and shirt. He is no doubt a heart breaker. I shook his hand, "Never knew I was quite popular." I threw a glance at Zayn, and he winked at me.

oh I mean Diana. "Richarlison!... You've been with me all these years and there are things you don't know about me, just yet..." Mark sighed grimly. Stupefied by what he meant, Richarlison got closer and held his hands closely. He felt Mark was probably going through a lot. Especially since Owen's passed away. "Sir calm down! It'll be well! And you really need to get out of this hot sun!" Richarlison pressed in, persuading him the more. Mark was naturally stubborn and wouldn't listen but he had to try else he gets sick!

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.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

"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.

Mark takes up the microphone, and it honks out a loud, shrill BEEEEEEEPPPPP. “Testing, testing,” he says into it. The room quiets. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is one of the most special Halloween parties we’ll ever have,” he announces. “We’re celebrating Damion’s 21st birthday — and one hell of a season.” Our eyes meet. I grin. He drops his hand with the mike to his chest as if thinking what to say next. Mark was one of the best racers of his time, and now he’s probably the best manager/coach out there.