Mark X Allen Novels & Stories

I “Excuse me. I have to take this call.” I excused myself and went over other side of the pool. “Hello?” “Hello, Ms. Collins I hope this isn’t a bad time. I have been trying to call Mr. Sinclair but I couldn’t reach him. This is Attorney Mark Allen.” “Yes, attorney. How can I help you?” “I just want to let you both know that everything has been processed.” “Do you need to talk with Cole?” I asked.

Finally, he just said, “Quite well. I’ve been working hard to establish my personal brand ‘Mr. South’.” Mr. South represented his journey and all his efforts throughout the years. Xavia was stunned. She thought that Mr. South seemed familiar, but she didn't expect it to be Mark! The clothes that she wore had been made by him! “How many times have you seen me? What other identities do you have that I don’t know about?” Mark smiled in amusement and said, “There are no other identities.” Thank goodness. She would die of embarrassment if that was the case. She had to admit that it was pretty impressive that Brother Mark had managed to become an internationally renowned designer. “Congratulations

It was the mark carved into his chest, deep, deliberate, unmistakable. A sigil. And I knew exactly who it belonged to. Alessandro glanced at me, his mouth set in a grim line. “Well,” he murmured, “looks like someone wants to send a message. He didn't even try to hide it this time. He chose to send his men to die. It's only a matter of time before he starts reacting himself if we don't put a stop to him, Alpha.”

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.

He maintained a poker face as he asked the strange question. Lilith didn't know what he had talked about, what concerns marking with intimacy? Isaac understood the reason for her questioning look, she was oblivious about stuff like that. But he couldn't blame her, James refused to expose her to the world, thereby making her oblivious about a lot of things. " To mark someone is extremely painful except if both parties are to be intimate. So tell me, do you want to experience the pain or not?" Isaac said again. He was getting annoyed by her question.

I step closer to the mic, "I'm sorry, I forgot to say one thing. My brother, Alpha Duncan Aeson, is part of the Alpha council but couldn't make it tonight, so he asked me to represent him. He and his Luna say yes to my motion," The percentage on the large white screen changes to 74%.

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

I feel like my blood has gone cold after hearing three consecutive snaps of bones coming from Frix. “Sh*t! That sounds bad!” Markan cried in horror. “XENO!!!” He stretched his arms up, a gesture that he doesn’t want me to come near them. Kelly’s sweating terribly, the neckline of her shirt is already wet and Xeno’s trying to hold down Frix he won’t roll down the pit.

Despite his age, you could tell he had been a head turner in his prime. The hall fell silent at the sound of his voice. Students scrambled to sit down. The man climbed the podium, his gaze fixed on the students, waiting for them to settle. He looked stern. He picked up a marker from the table. “ My name is Gabriel Walker. Your music composing lecturer,” he said, writing neatly on the board.

Alan whispered in his ears and blood rushed to his cheek, his gaze immediately lowered and he started fiddling with his fingers. The three adults chuckled at his reaction "Hey, don't mind Alan. I totally don't mind that you have a crush on my girlfriend, I'm Mark by the way" Mark introduced himself to Jonathan, who just looked at him and scoffed. The look of shock on Malia's face from Mark's earlier statement, turned into that of amusement at Jonathan's reactions while Alan burst into laughter, leaving Mark to look at Jonathan with a look of disbelief before he scoffed too and threw his face away.