Mark Mina Novels & Stories

he breathes. Mark Sinclair has miraculously lessened the three hour distance to not more than ten minutes. The guy is two floors away from Audrey’s office. He snuck right out the lesser he was expecting him. Hell, he was not expecting him at all. Mark, two; Vren, one.

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.

He said in a deep voice before stepping aside. The next man was Caucasian with a slight tan. He was also of medium build but his muscles held more definition. His sun bleached blonde hair came down past his ears and his eyes were big, round, amber-colored pools. There were dumbbell piercings in each of his nipples. His choice of clothing matched the apparent half naked theme going on; shirtless, a pair of light blue jeans, and no shoes. This man kneeled to me and bowed his head. “My name is Markos. I’m honored to be in the presence of my king’s kin.”

Mark’s posture went rigid. “Who is that?” I whispered to him. “Adrian Cole,” Mark said, his voice tight. “My father’s favorite enemy. And mine.” Adrian Cole was tall and sleek, moving through the crowd with a serpent’s grace. His smile was thin and didn’t reach his eyes. A diamond pin glinted on his lapel. His gaze swept the room and landed squarely on Mark. He looked him up and down as if calculating his worth, then turned that same empty smile toward me.

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

“If you’ve got something to say, Markus, say it.” “I’m saying,” he said, lowering his voice like this was some big secret, “you’re in a prime position. Don’t let personal… attachments interfere with your game.” My jaw tightened. “You mean Tyler.” Markus didn’t confirm, but his silence was loud enough. “You don’t know anything about me and Tyler,” I said flatly. “I know you’re talented,” Markus said, still wearing that infuriating calm expression. “And I know the higher your profile gets, the more people will be watching. The more they’ll dig. And not everyone will be… understanding.”

Raina breathed. Mark wasn’t alone. On his left stood Kenji, stoic in his dark suit, sunglasses still on despite the fading light. On his right was Rin, her long black coat fluttering as she bowed slightly at the sight of Raina. For a moment, the four of them simply stood there—Raina clutching Gale, Leif close at her side, and Mark watching them with a quiet intensity that bordered on reverence. Then, slowly, Mark took one step forward. “Welcome back, Raina,” he said, his voice deep and even. “I’m glad everything has been resolved.”

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

I change into my gym wear, a short and a top with a 'GIRL POWER' inscription written at the front. we all sat round the field waiting for the teacher. Ten minutes has gone by without the appearance of the teacher, I guess we will just have to wait till he comes. I picked out my phone from my purse with the intention of playing game. I click on my favorite game candy crush, has I prepared to start crushing some jellies I saw the shadow of a figure in front of me. I raised my head, seeing the person in front me, I scowl in displeasure and turned my head back to my phone.