Mark Of The Fool の小説・ストーリー

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?”

She screamed and fell to the ground. At that moment, Stacey spotted me in the crowd. Stacey pointed at me and screamed, "It's her! She did it! Don't let her run away!" Cecilia's family all looked over instantly and surrounded me. "So it's you, little rat!" The old lady slapped me without a reason. I lay on the ground and cried, "Murder! The old woman sneaked out of the mental hospital and is killing people!"

Hope said. Mark looked at the fairy with a flash of wonder before returning to his initial expression. “He has the mark, so we can trust him because he has covenanted to serve you in order to serve the Goddess; he is one of the few men who have vows of chastity and martyrdom for the sake of preserving his faith. He is a good man, but he is a soldier and he abides by the rules. I advise you to explain the situation to him,” Hope said. William looked at me and shook my hand.

'' Sylvia shouted. She was getting angry now and there was nothing that could quell her anger. Did they really think she was a fool who would tell them everything she had been doing with Remus? ''Well, that wasn't what we were made to understand.'' the same elder said. ''Then you have all been fooled by the greatest fool on earth which is this bastard.'' Sylvia smiled sweetly. All eyes fell on Mark who had a sheepish look on his face. Sylvia and everyone could tell that he was embarrassed. He didn't expect the tables to turn back on him and now, he just seemed like a deer caught in headlights.

Alone with an unpleasant feeling burrowing in my gut from looking like a fool, sounding like a fool and being made into an actual fool. The mark mocks me. As I tear off the plastic wrap it digs into the tender skin. I clench down on my lip to keep my yelp silent. The stark black ink against the white of my palm only draws more attention to it. It’s like a flashing neon sign pointing right at me. Look here! Look here! This stupid girl got herself branded like some cow.

He chuckled and poured another pinch into the bowl before mixing it around with his index and middle finger “The King never marked Ophelia, I guess a part of him always knew that she’d end up a backstabbing whore,” “Charming,” Zade chuckled and shook the bowl around three times. “The mark is his way into your soul. He sees what you see, he feels what you feel and he hears what you hear. Has there never been a situation where he’s just shown up? Like he knew exactly where you were without you having told him anything,” I could think of a few times that’s happened.

I already knew the three regrets that haunted him. Regret one: Marrying Miley. Regret two: Never standing up to his parents. Regret three: Failing to save Jennifer. Today, at least, the first regret had been resolved. I handed him the newly signed engagement document. He looked at me with disdain, as if I had finally succeeded in coercing him, and reached out to open it. I stopped him, pressing my hand over his. "Look at it tomorrow. This time, your wish will come true. Whatever you want—if I have it, it's yours."

Chloe let out a shrill scream and scrambled down from the bunk in a panic. I turned to Maisie then, looking genuinely confused. "What's wrong? Why do you two look so grim? Oh, I'm so dumb. I never understand anything…" Maisie was beyond livid, and Chloe stood there beside her, her expression dark and rigid. In my previous life, I had been branded a scheming woman, a two-faced bitch, and even a slut. Those rumors hadn't come solely from Maisie's so-called careless slander—Chloe had played no small part in fanning the flames.

"I knew that you were a sick bastard the moment I saw you...you never loved Freya, you were just using her to lure me out." I shrugged carelessly. "Maybe at first that was the case but I love Freya and very soon when you're dead I'll swoop in and save her life and we'll live happily ever after without you in the picture." He glared at me. "You foolishly trusted the dark tide? They'll stab you in the back and toss you to the side like a rotten carcass." I frowned at him. A masked figure wearing a bunny costume returned to the room and I figured out that it was probably the mistress of the dark tide under a disguise.

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.