Mark Reyes Novels & Stories

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.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a wire and dug it into Reese’s skin. “Okay! Okay! Stop! I’ll tell you!” Reese screamed, his voice raw as the pain surged through him. Carson stopped, his blank stare unchanging. Reese gulped again, his eyes flicking nervously between Drake and Carson. Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his entire body trembling like a cornered animal. “He has an upper hand,” Reese finally confessed, his voice barely audible. “Who?” Carson demanded, his tone sharp. “Markus,” Reese whispered, as though saying the name aloud might bring down a curse. He licked his dry lips, his voice quivering. “Markus Meyer.”

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

AJ smirked at him when Tristan joined them. “Fuck off.” He said before he lit himself a cigar. “You know what you’re doing brother?” “Yeah…” “So, where is she then?” Marla asked after she gave him an open mouth kiss. “In the room.” He looked over at Sally now. “Go and give her a change of clothing. Have a chat to her.” Sally the ever obedient did just that. He smiled to himself, would be interesting to see how this reunion went. He wanted Callie to understand how futile it was to fight him. If only she gave it up. If only she saved herself the trouble and just went with it.

He was preparing her in case I failed. My fingers brushed over the rough stone of her grave, the name Marissa De Luca etched into it as if that was all she’d ever been. But to me, she was so much more. My mother. My ghost. My reason. “You are the one reason that I'm standing. You know, sometimes I find it harder to breathe without knowing that this is the one thing that I'm going to do. That you are the one person that I'm willing to stand for.”

Back in Rosa’s apartment a few days after, the drawings on the table between them, Elena looked at the signature in the lower right corner. Marcus Ashford. Not Reyes. Ashford. "He signed it Ashford," she said. "Yes," Dominic said. She thought about what it cost to reclaim a name that someone had tried to kill you out of. About the decades of Marcus Reyes — the carpenter, the wilderness man — and what it meant to set that name down and pick up the other one.

"But I'm interested in how your seven years had been without me, considering I used to be the only thing in your life that could make you smile." "Highly debatable. Ryan Reynolds makes me smile." "Gay," Marcos said in a sing song voice, causing Paris' face to twist into a grimace before he chuckled, saying, "I'm serious, Don. How was your first kill? Who was he? Why did you kill him?"

Wika ni Maynard "So, hija mabalik tayo sa tanong ko. Kanino ka nagta-trabaho?" Muling tanong ni Raynard sa dalaga. "Kay Mark San Andres." Ani Rui ngunit napatigil siya nang biglang nagsalita ang kanyag ama na matiim na nakikinig lang sa kanilang usapan. "Wait you mean, Mark San Andres the new leader of the organization.?" Anito. Dahil sa tanong nang kanyang ama naguluhan bigla si Rui. Kaya tinanong niya ito.

The doctor works quietly, listening to everything but pretending she's not. "And this is the bit you might care about, so I need you to stay lying down so Doctor Reese doesn't impale you with her tools, ok?" She chuckles, placing one hand on the middle of my stomach as she works just in case I do sit up. "So Emery was injured, fatally so." My heart contracts and he was right, my first instinct is to go and find her, but I'm stopped and pushed back down by Doctor Reese's hand.