Mark Mina Novels & Stories

I remark, not sure what the point was. "Maiden Notes is an anagram for Damian Stone." Damian remarks looking highly of himself. "So what? So you own the building. Big freaking deal. That still doesn't explain why you're here." Damian, however, looks over at me with a weird expression on his face, almost as if he finds it sexy that I continue to challenge him.

" Marco " For the Italian Mafia boss and his underboss to be present that means a lot. " Don't tell me Zainy died. Don't tell me he is shot or..." " No " Harry says softly but Miranda wasn't listening to him anymore. Her eyes were fixed on maximo who wasn't even paying attention to her. Maximo was mesmerized by the Beauty of Zainy's daughter. Slowly he walks up to the young girl of six and goes on one knee before her.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Barefoot, I walked toward the beach, wanting to feel the breeze. For some reason, the soft sand beneath my feet felt both cold and painful. "Fiora," Lucian said as he caught up with me. "That bastard dared to treat you like that! Don't worry, I'll have both of them kicked out of the pack." "It's not necessary. I asked Kaia to confess to Chris at tonight's party," I said flatly. "What?" "I'm going to sever my mate bond with Chris." Lucian placed his hand on my forehead. "Are you sick? What nonsense are you talking about? Chris is your mate, and you two are destined to be together. Don't you love him?"

Even I, who had not the slightest interest in a serious relationship, I felt a twinge of envy. “There has to be some downside. He looks like a goofball. Is he short, fat, bald? Mark's lips trembled, but this time he was silent. “Slightly tall, lean and muscular, with long, curly black hair. He is Indo-Canadian and has beautiful skin, beautiful eyes. Jenna, the man is wonderful. AND almost as handsome as Damien. Damien, the hot Australian. I looked at Mark and thought he probably would be

Branded. Take that, Mark

He had messy brown hair and an eager smile, like he couldn’t wait to talk to me. “Hey, fighter? That was incredible what you did back there. I’ve never seen anyone stand up to Lissa like that,” he said, his eyes wide with admiration. I raised an eyebrow, a little wary. “Thanks, it was nothing, … uh, and you are?” “Oh, sorry! I’m Mark,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m one of the newer recruits. I’ve been watching your training sessions for a while now. You’re… really good.”

Bailey POV First. He came first. I grabbed the railing to keep from falling, my stopwatch dangling from my wrist, tears pouring down my face faster than I could wipe them. Mark Kingsley. Nineteen years old. National champion. The crowd was on their feet. The noise was deafening. A wall of sound crashing from every direction, shaking the air, shaking the ground, shaking something deep inside my chest that I thought had gone quiet years ago. Mark stood past the finish line, chest heaving, hands on his knees. He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, letting the moment settle over him.

Mark looked around then furtively picked it up. Luis Camacho 189 Minnieford Avenue, City Island, New York, 10464 Date of birth 1-12-77 He threw it back down on the bar and almost ran out. There was no need to write it down. It was already memorized. After he left the Luxor, he drove home to his subdivision on a quiet six-unit cul-de-sac. The patio house was a pleas- ant off-white stucco with an orange tile roof. It sat on a small