Mark Mina Novels & Stories

He added. "Sure". And so, Mark shared with Mina most of his advanced knowledge, and because of how determined she was, she was able to learn it all in that little amount of time. To Mina, her training with Mark wasn't long and an hour had already passed. She totally forgot that Alexander ordered her to report back at 12pm. But since it was only 10 minutes past 12pm, she thought that he wouldn't take it to heart. "Thanks, Mark. You're a lifesaver!". She exited his office excitedly because she was finally through with everything.

But his was still burning. "Do you want her to be, I could easily help you with that" I said smugly. when he didn't say anything. "She smells of lavender and pine, doesn't she?" I said smugly. His eyes widen with shock as he realizes that his wife isn't a secret anymore." "He is a rogue, Alaia" Evan told me unaware that he has a mark. 'He has a mate mark' I told him through his head. "So would you say something or I should just ask your mate" I asked the stranger, remembering I didn't even know his name yet.

Mr Knight flinched and covered his ears with his hands. "No, no my Mina is not dead she is coming soon she is on her way I can feel it my Mina is coming she is coming hahahahahahaha " Mr Knight said burst into laughter. Not wanting to see his dad in the state again Mark stormed out and his bodyguards ran after him. He was still walking out of the mental asylum when all of a sudden his phone chimed in his pocket. He brought it out and saw it was a message from Dennis.

He don't see my like as mine it's all his. Well I still remember when I see his devil side first time. I still feel bad and I will never forgive myself beacuse of itz beacuse of me someone die. Flashback :- Allen is 14 year old and Ray is 21, one day he came to meet Allen ,but he not alone one of his best friend came with him and his name is King, he is really sweet and nice guy he brings many chocolate for Allen, Allen is really happy to meet him.

Then again, who are we to believe in rumors with no evidence? “I believe that each one of you is underestimating the power that I still hold on them.” I said, and Mikhail shook his head. “The woman is still my mate and as long as the mating bond is yet to be broken, I can use that to my advantage. She might be with the Sforza, but that does not change the reality of how I managed to have her break her oath a long time ago. And I must add that she was a lot more loyal to them, and more bound to the beta.”

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

“To be honest, I don’t really remember what I screamed. It was a little before… “Of course, a huge beast is rushing after you. I can’t even imagine how it is - a wolf puts a mark on a person, - Marta threw up her hands. - Huge mouth and thin neck! “It was more fun when she marked him,” Ba said. All the women, except those who joined us later, laughed. I was at that wedding ceremony, but I already remember the details very badly. "His mark healed much faster," Lark grumbled, adjusting the collar of his shirt to hide the bite mark. No matter how many years passed, it was still clearly visible. Wangity label, true pair label.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

he begged, its voice barely audible over the howling wind. Mark's laughter was cold and mirthless, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spine as the sand stung his face. "Do you know what they call me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing, his words almost lost in the storm. The minion hesitated, his eyes darting wildly around the desolate landscape before fixing on Mark's face. "N-no," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the wind. Mark's smile was cruel and unforgiving, his eyes glinting with a deadly light as the sand swirled around him. "They call me Death Marksman," he hissed, his voice carried away by the wind. "Remember it!"

She probably did get lonely sometimes. "Hey Scotty, have you been practicing?" His sister poked him in the arm. "I'm totally going to win today." "Not a chance! Name your game," Scott replied with a smirk. "Mario Cart. Best three out of five." "You're on!" -------------------- "Rayan, you're alive!" Rayan's postal company coworker Michael, 'Mick' for short, tackled him as soon as he entered the locker room. This month, his hair was bleached strawberry blonde with a faded green streak through the bangs. His roots showed his natural copper red hair. "You flaked out on me man, you were supposed to help me pick my new color last week!"