Mark Mina Novels & Stories

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

"Hold on a second, Buena Vista... I will respond to you as soon as I can "Mark murmured as he watched Chelsea depart the cafe while keeping an eye on her. As he stood up, he supported himself by grasping the table for balance. Someone came up to him and offered their assistance. He did not look the individual in the eye when he received the assistance. He was taken aback when he got up and saw that it was Maxine standing there. "Hey babe! After such a long absence, "The remark was made by Maxine with a grin.

" Of course, he knew. But his pride as an Alpha would never allow him to lower his head and apologize to me. I slowly stirred my coffee with a spoon. "Marcus, I'm an independent person. I'm not anyone's substitute, and I'm definitely not your free nanny. "It was never my fault that you didn't end up with Clara. You were just too greedy." He couldn't forget Clara, but he also couldn't let go of his Alpha status and overwhelming power. So among all those women, he chose me, someone who looked strikingly similar to her, as a replacement. He resented me for taking Clara's place. He resented me for not being a good enough Luna.

After months of searching and nightmares, and wondering if she was even alive, I finally heard Arya's voice. Then Marco had ripped the phone away. That goddamn bastard was going to pay for everything once I laid my hands on him. He would regret ever being born. My fingers clenched into a tight fist as I thought of Al lf he ways to make Marco pay "Seven minutes," Enzo announced as he pressed harder on the gas. I gritted my teeth together. My chest drumming harshly. “Just hold on for me, baby.” I whispered, staring at the road ahead with a racing heart. “Just hold on for me.”

Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power. Alpha Dean’s jaw tightened. “The chosen one,” he muttered, voice low, reverent. “The mark that the packs have sought for generations.” The princes exchanged wide-eyed glances. Silas whispered, “It’s real…” while Cassian muttered, “Impossible.” But Loretta was weeping now, her elegant mask shattered. “My daughter,” she whispered, though her words trembled with uncertainty. “My lost child bore this mark too. But hers… hers was faint, so faint I feared it meant nothing. Yet here you stand, with the crescent burning bold upon your skin…”

” Victoria was beaming, and then she hung up. Mark went to his father’s office, “Chairman, I’m back. Thank you for giving my wife a call much appreciated.” His father smiled at his son and said, “Pleasure is mine, Rafa played very well. I think he will take this title.” Mark smiled and said, “I’m going to my office to prepare for a meeting with the Marketing team. I have looked at their project, I feel like something is missing.” His father told him that he would join the meeting as well, then Mark left.

“Mark?” He glanced at me, then smiled like the sun. “Noah! I thought that was you! God, I’m such a klutz.” Mark was hard to miss—tall, sharp cheekbones, a septum ring, and today’s outfit consisted of very short shorts, a vintage mesh shirt, and nails painted glossy red. A few months ago, I’d have felt like standing next to him was a threat to my entire personality as very hetero Captain Noah Carter. Now I just smiled back at him.

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.

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

His thumb moved gently over her shoulder, brushing her skin with unconscious affection. He turned his head slightly to look at her. She was beautiful—exquisite in the soft light. Her dark lashes fanned over flushed cheeks, her lips swollen from the kisses they had shared, her expression tired yet peaceful. And still, she was his now. Finally. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “You okay?” he asked, his voice a murmur near her ear. Serena’s eyes fluttered open. Her body ached, and a faint sting throbbed at the point where his mark now lived on her shoulder—the sign of a bond made eternal. She knew he could sense her discomfort. Of course, he could.