Mark Reyes Novels & Stories

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

I stared at Mike then started to walk forward, but he stopped me. “Where is Jensen first?” Mike said with an intensity in his voice. Joseph laughed and nodded at one of the men who walked back to one of the cars. When he came back he pushed a man down in front of Joseph. He was badly beaten and almost unrecognizable, but I knew it was Jensen. I let out a sharp gasp and he immediately looked up at me. His eyes were swollen, but I could still see the fear in them the minute he saw me.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

He said with a smile. I nodded at him and continued eating. This isn't the first time that Ashton went to visit the Philippines, this is probably the third time. The last time he went their, he talked about how kind and how hardworking the Filipinos are. He also learned how to cook a dish called Chicken adobo and darn, it tasted so good especially with freshly cut pineapples on it.

2–0. Reyes watched without expression, but his eyes never left Marc. Thirty minutes later the drill ended. Marc’s side won four of six rounds. Sweat soaked his hoodie; his breathing came steady, controlled. Reyes jerked his chin. “You. Over here.” Marc jogged across, wiping his face on his sleeve. Reyes studied him like he was reading fine print. “You move like you’ve played pro. Where?” “College,” Marc said flatly. “Small school up north. Nothing big.”

“It's because they don't think I can't handle running the company and also they want it for themselves.” “It's an old rule my brother initiated when he was alive.” “It sucks.” Michael said. “Uhhmm, guys!” Mark yelled for our attention. “You might want to see this.” He brought his tablet to us and a video was playing. “What is it?” I asked him as I stood up from the floor. “Madison is making a press conference it seems.” Mark said. “My name is Madison Thompson Rios. You all know me as many things. As a fashion designer, a mother but most of all you also know me as Victor Reynolds girlfriend and baby mama.” I could feel the hesitation in her voice.

It was a deep cut, probably from a knife, right below his collarbone. "What happened?" My voice was tender. I was so afraid. I had seen him get shot once, and I had seen him hurt before, but I still hadn't gotten used to the mafia life. "It's nothing." Mariano's voice was rough. He was still mad. "I'll stitch it up. It will be fine." "You will do no such thing." I snapped. "Shut up and come to the hospital with me." "No hospitals." "Fine, then I'm calling Dr.Rei." Dr Rei was the doctor for the entire mafia.

“You ok?” “I’m fine, you ready for this?” “I am.” replied Camron, “We need to be careful, we didn’t quite make it to Reiver Territory.” “I know, you did your best son. Let’s see what the Goddess has planned for us, if we live through I will be very much surprised.” “I know, I knew that when I took this mission. It’s been a honour.” said Camron as he held out his hand. The men shook hands and he then crouched into attack position by the boot of the unturned car to protect the relics for as long as he could.

Loyal, reckless, and now paying for my war. Or go after Reyes. Kick in the gates of his fortress mansion. But that meant leaving Maria at the mercy of a sadist who didn’t just break bodies—he broke souls first. Reyes wasn’t just a rival; he was the ghost that murdered my father, the scar that never healed. Maria was his way of making this personal, twisting the blade slowly. Every path reeked of fire and smoke. But surrender? That was a language I never learned. "Don’t tell me you’re hesitating," Mark cut in, voice sharp as a scalpel. He pushed off the table, closing the gap, his breath thick with whiskey. "Pick your poison. Soldier or woman. Strategy or sentiment." His words weren’t advice.

"Mark Tolentino is powerful in society. He has a lot of connections in business and in politics. I do not think that you can easily stain him, sir." I heard a familiar voice before the door was opened, and two people went inside. At first, I was hesitant to peek over the shelf to see who they were, but when the swivel chair creaked and the footsteps stopped, I decided to watch the ones who went inside the study. Dark Vergara was already leaning against his swivel chair with his eyes staring straightly at the ceiling. The back turning from my direction was unfamiliar, until the side of his face was revealed, I recognized Jachrimo Reyes, Dark's cousin, who was very friendly and approachable to