Mark's Friend Invincible Novels & Stories

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

Whatever was going on, Mark tried to stay focused on the fight. A spark of hope recharged Mark when he knocked 2Pac off his feet a little. When Mark could see that 2Pac was off-balance, he lifted his foot, driving it into the metal man’s chest. The kick knocked 2Pac backward, but it didn’t knock him to the ground. After kicking 2Pac, Mark had that surreal feeling again. He went back to feeling like he was inside one of his son’s video games.

I said, forcing my tone back to a calm level. Mark stood up immediately, facing me. "You called Louis, my mate, a lunatic. A crazy man. Why? Aren’t you two supposed to be friends?" "Being friends doesn’t stop me from saying the truth," Mark started with a groan. "He will make a spectacular Alpha, there's no doubt about that. But the man does not have a single limit. He will do anything and everything humanly possible to achieve whatever goal he sets his mind to, and he doesn’t care who gets hurt in the process."

I don't give a shit about most things, but I care a lot about Mark. At some point during my teen years, things changed, and I became less social, and I stopped speaking to most of my friends. Except for Mark. He had always been there for me. He has always been my BFF, and I love him more than anything in this world. When my first crush broke my heart, and I called him in the middle of the night, he came running to my house with a big tub of ice cream and a collection of stupid old movies. When Mark suffered because of a female, I made him his favorite dinner and stayed with him until he was better. Mark leaving the team is not an option. It might sound weird, but I feel as if I can't functio

He glared at Mark, but he didn't dare strike back. "Divorce?" Mark's voice was colder than ice as he grabbed Christopher by the collar in one swift move. "Why don't you repeat that to my gun? Who are you asking to get a divorce?" Mark was famous in the underworld for his marksmanship—fast, ruthless, and precise. A few years ago, he single-handedly rescued me from a gang of vicious thugs without getting so much as a speck of dust on his clothes. Those men had dropped to the ground before they even got a clear look at what he was doing.

Save yourself, save your friend! "You don't understand," Mark yelled. "Whenever I want something, I get to have it!" "What are you trying to do? Let me go!" Her face was planted in the backseat of the car as she was pushed inside. She can't do anything but look through the window and watch Zoren beat up the third man, who was too slow against him. "Zoren! Help!"

I couldn't risk him or his family like I did Rosie's. “I told you he’s worthless,” Mark grinned as he high fived his friends, all of them lining up to kiss his ass. They kept on insulting Mr. Davidson, and at one point I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew why Mr. Davidson lost on purpose, but clearly, he was a much bigger person than me. Taking two cans of soda, I shook them for all I was worth while walking up to Mark and the big Vampire by his side named Kerby.

Mark came to see him, a disappointed look in his eyes. “What are you doing?” He asked. “I don’t know. Saving my company, I guess.” “Tracy didn’t come with me.” “No, I didn’t think she would. How is she?” “She’s fine. The baby is getting big.” “Good.” “Dude, really. You don’t have to do this.” “I do, though. But thanks. I’ll see you out there.” Mark shook his head and left. His best friend was fading away before his eyes. There was no fire in him anymore. It was only a matter of time until he was completely extinguished.

"And I want to be the most powerful being in the universe, anyone who opposes me will be crushed." Alex shook his head. "We will not let that happen," she said. "We will fight you to the end." Fen smiled. "I look forward to it," he said. John, from the fire nation and the midnight Howler clan leader, noticed In the center of the cave, he saw Mark lying on the ground, lifeless. John's eyes widened in shock and tears fell to his eyes. He couldn't believe that Mark was dead. John rushed to Mark's side and knelt beside him. He checked Mark's pulse, but there was none. Mark was truly gone.

He could feel her presence, warm and grounding even in the cold air. “I can’t,” he finally said, his voice gravelly. “Not when there are whispers of rebellion among my own allies.” Aria stepped closer, her hand gently brushing his back. “You’re not alone in this. We’ll face it together. Like we always have.” He turned then, his blue eyes scanning her face, searching for reassurance. “Do you ever regret it?” he asked quietly. “Being marked by me—your enemy?” Aria didn’t hesitate. “No. Not for a single moment. Because through that mark, I found my truth. And I found you.”