Romans & histoires Mark X Anissa Fanfiction

Good morning, Ana - Marcos as always emanated good humor. "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. Ana couldn't deny that seeing Marcos was like a drop in the ocean for her eyes since he was very handsome. " Do me a favor, don't call me Mr. Mark, it makes me feel old," he laughed. " Force of habit. Marcos had what every woman would like to find in a man. Beauty, charisma, he was successful, but since not everything is perfect Marcos had a defect, and this defect was his love for women. In other words, a true womanizer.

she offers, and I can almost see the soft pleading in her eyes, though I can only imagine it from this angle. Ansel pinches the bridge of his nose, exasperation deepening the lines on his face. “I’m not doing that. I can’t mark you, especially when you refuse to mark me. Are you waiting for your actual mate, Gaia? Or is it something else? Because I want you bound to me. I’m not losing you!” His voice rises again, desperation seeping into his tone.

"I’ve already marked you, right? Isn’t it only proper that you mark me too?" "You’re asking me to mark you?" Wave after wave of joy rushed through me as Arissa’s words raced through my head. Not only was she not rejecting me, but she was showing me that she also felt the same in the purest of forms. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, still unsure if she was thinking straight. "You know how serious marking one another is." Letting out a huff of frustration, she kissed the spot where she had marked me. "Do you really think that I would do something so rash for the hell of it?"

73 MARCUS The alley was dim, lit only by the flickering streetlight above. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for Spencer to show up. He was always anxious, always worrying about something. I could feel it in the air. He rushed into view, his face pale and his breath quickened. “Marcus,” he said, glancing around as if the shadows might swallow him whole. “We need to talk. Annalise is up to something. She’s gathering support in the other realm.”

I grabbed a hold of her hand as she made a yelp on how fast I caught her before she got to my cock. “What are you doing Ariana?” “I thought you said that you care about me?” “Yes Ariana, I care about you a lot but we both have true mates and that’s not with each other.” “But Marcus doesn’t want to mark me or to be with me if he can be with that girl in our own place. So, I need you to mark me to keep me safe from my cousin Akasma.” “Why? What’s going on that I’ll need to mark you to protect you from him?”

I nod in understanding, “Before you challenge me, formerly and we actually have to fight let’s make sure the women with no mark is in fact your mate.” We open the door and the real Anna was about to knock. “He wouldn’t answer mindlink,I thought there maybe a meeting.” “Anna your mark is back,” Alex sways and takes her in his arms. “Huh?” My mark?”Anna is confused. “I think a combo of a witch being a total Bitch, seeing Lana, and too much too drink has Alpha Alex going crazy” Kelly says. “I’m still lost,” Anna says as Alex is tracing her mark with his finger. I notice she isn’t responding to his touch.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

I nodded stiffly. “Yes. I already met her.” “And why are you not marked?” Anastasia asked, a sly smile appearing on her carmine lips as she noticed my hesitation. “She’s a she-wolf from this pack, right? An Omega without rank.” “It’s... it’s complicated,” I responded, diverting my gaze toward the destroyed door. “It’s none of your business.” Anastasia let out a clean laugh with a sound that dripped poison and manipulation. She stepped between the desk and me, forcing me to look at her.

The only person I saw at that moment was Anila and I didn’t have to see her neck to know that Xaden had put his mark on her. He had officially claimed her, making her his. “Mine…” my bear growled within me. My stomach clenched and chest tightened because my bear still wanted to claim her even though she was quite literally marked by another man. But not just any man… my best friend. Anila’s eyes found mine and I found it hard to look away. There was something in her expression that I couldn’t quite read. She looked sorry almost. I didn’t understand it though; she had made her choice.

My eyes close, they’re to heavy to open now, however I haven’t fallen into a slumber ye,t I can still hear the conversations around me. “You marked her?” Marques asks, disgust in his voice. “Yes.” Asher growls, “And what does it matter to you, fish boy.” “She has a mate, she’s already marked and mated.” Marques spits. “And?” Asher questions, “What concern is that to me?” “Your mark could kill her.” Marques states, his tone laced with discontentment. “Good, it’ll save me time on having to do it later.” Asher replies, “Nikolai will have felt that bite. He’ll be in even more of a hurry to find his mate now.” Asher chuckles darkly.