Mark Mina Novels & Stories

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.

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”

~~**~~ [NIGHT TIME: THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST AT THE BACK OF THE MANSION] Aria walked with a confident gait. Her appearance was far from what Astoria and others had seen this morning. The inky shadows provided the perfect camouflage. Her steps were so light that not one leaf rustled in her wake. “Master,” she murmured, going down on one knee and placing her right hand over her heart. The master’s back remained turned, but he hummed in acknowledgement. “Was my performance satisfactory today?” She asked, not rising. Her eyes were gleaming with greed—for acknowledgement and power.

MARK My name is Mark. I’m 42 and I like to think I’ve got my life together—at least enough to drag myself out of bed every morning for a quick run—fifteen minutes, minimal. But when I’m all pumped up and ready to risk it all, I go a full-on 30 minutes and after, fall in the middle of the road and let my lungs breathe out fire as I suffer the consequences. All these so that I don’t end up like those dudes with beer bellies and zero stamina.

,he says ,like rubbing salt on a wound . " Maybe your right, I'll just focus on working off the stupid debt and getting the hell out of here, even though it hurts, could it be that I'm not as beautiful as Jasmine,Saria or Tatiana?" " You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen Eden",Mark says, kissing my forehead.

My body jerked and made my skin crawl at his sudden tone. "Did you have a crush on that bastard?" Bastard referring to Mark. "Mark and I have known each other for a long time. I might have a moment of liking him but only admiration because he's a professional snowboarder." "What?" Liam gasped. His body shifted. "He's that Mark DeVine?" The chattering noise from the group stops as they all have their eyes on me. "Yeah, he's that gold medalist who won the gold at the Olympics this year." Looking at the group to Liam.

He had to be at least 6’2. I frowned. He couldn't make it more obvious what sort of meeting this was? He came straight to my table and slid in across from me, pulling the shades off his eyes. I pulled away from the force of his eyes. He had the most beautiful shade of honey-brown eyes I'd ever seen, and his smile brightened his eyes. “Hello, Aria. I'm Markus. Before you ask, yes, I was parked outside work waiting for your word.” His voice was high, almost charming.

Please don’t tell me Kendall dragged everyone here just for a bragging session. Jessica Martinez raised her glass. “Love that for you, Ken.” “Thanks, babe.” Kendall pointed to Mark Chen. “Okay, Mark, you’re up.” Mark cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. “Uh, well, I’m an accountant now. Work for a firm downtown. It’s… fine. Steady. I got married last year, and we just bought a house in the suburbs.” “That’s great!” Kendall said, though her tone suggested she found it decidedly not great. “Okay, who’s next? Tanya?”

Rony replied. "I couldn't help to notice," the newcomer said. "My name's Mark from the Bronze Island." Rony watched him closely. His chins were chiseled to manly roughness, From his built, he knew it was solid. His charisma was oozing. Just like a Builder. "Are you a Builder?" "What?" Mark asked, confused. "Are you a Magician?" Rony repeated. Mark just smiled and took a moment before making a move. He walked towards him on the trailing. He seductively tapped his shoulders and then leaned over.

When I raised my eyes and head to see, Mark appeared. Mark stood before me, exuding an air of confidence and sophistication. His crisp white shirt accentuated his chiseled features, while his black trousers added a touch of elegance to his tall, athletic physique. His size 43 black leather shoes gleamed in the light, complementing his polished demeanor. As he gazed at me, his eyebrows, always impeccably groomed, seemed to shine with a subtle intensity, drawing attention to his striking good looks. "Mom." He called out joyously, his voice soft yet firm, sending a shiver down my spine. I had called him last night to inform him about George's impromptu marriage party, and he hadn't mentioned or