Mark Mina Novels & Stories

He hung his uncovered light head. Nobody addressed or even checked Daniel out. Lawrence couldnt tell whether he was annoyed by being forgotten about or whether he favored it. When she arrived at the rear of the little group, the internment was attracting to a nearby. A name was cut into a level dim gravestone: Clementine Hunter M?ller. A kid, no more established than twelve, with dim hair and fair skin and tears spilling down his face, helped his dad - her dad from this other life?- - scoop the primary hill of soil over the grave.

I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

“So, you’re an Ozarks fan?” “Uh, duh, of course I am. You’re famous. Asher Slater is one of the youngest and most successful AFA players ever. I’d be an idiot not to be a fan.” “Well, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She grasps my hand in return. “Camila Monroe, rising star,” she breathes, her handshake tight. “And I’m Mark, lover boy’s best friend.” I groan at his words but keep a smile plastered.

Mark coldly looked at Mina's performance, her face showing a blank expression, unable to see what she was thinking, the staff around were all scared that Mark would get angry. Mina though is not a professional, but after cramming, it's still good. Mark wasn't very happy with Mina, but with no one else to choose from, he glanced at Lina beside him, Mark regretted that there were some things that couldn't be forced. Compared to the other stars, Mina is not bad. Filming in an hour, get ready! Mark clapped his hands, then instructed everyone, then looked at Mina, in an extremely unhappy tone: "Come, I'll tell you something."

Mark sighed and once again reminded Yvie, "I've looked into him. He has two MMA golds, and he's a coach in professional boxing. He's ugly as hell, but he's smart and knows how to throw a punch. People like him are the worst obstacles if we don't rid him soon. We can't afford to drop the ball, not when we're this close to success!" "Yeah, I understand." Yvie hung up, leaning on the driver's seat. Closing her eyes, she sighed lengthily and repeatedly to calm herself. When she got out of the car, she was smiling again, her charm as a smart career woman at once charming but also making her look harmless. "Come on, Renee," she beckoned. Renee traded looks with the man beside her, both of them rea

Mark rasped his knuckles against the table hard. "One hundred and fifty going once. Going twice..." "Sold to Mr. Damian Sinclair. I hope you enjoy your one month long paradise getaway on the Amalfi coast." Applause ripples through the room. Everyone is clapping. I sit motionless. "Who are you even going to take with you? The red dress?" Mark muses. "Nah, she is not my type." "I guess I will have to find a volunteer." He says as he glances up to look at me from underneath his eyelashes for a second.

His body angled toward mine, his knee inches from my leg. It was calculated. The same move he’d used on Elara in a coffee shop five years ago. Back then, it made my heart flutter. Now, it made my skin crawl. “So,” Mark said, swirling his drink. “Twenty-five million. That’s a lot of faith to put in a man you just met.”