Mark X Anissa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I had just reached the bottom of the staircase when I saw Edmund sitting arrogantly in the seat of honor. Several bodyguards stood behind him. When he saw the wedding gown I was in, he froze for a moment. He then frowned. "What are you dressed like that for? Are you that eager to get marked by me?" I stopped walking. "Edmund, today is my marking ceremony. Please leave." He scoffed and stood up. "Marking ceremony? With who? That lunatic?" He pointed at the door. "Florence, the Norfolk Pack will arrive in thirty minutes. If you come with me right now and agree to be my mistress, I'll take you with me. Otherwise–"

Joshua expressed composedly. "Why not? Its not like I'm a suck up like you." Mark pointed out with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Joshua nodded, "that's fair." Mark's smile grew. "Did you have something to do with Anise's death too?" Joshua wondered. Mark said nothing, he simply sighed then shrugged. He was a tall man, strong build with dark hair. Joshua watched him carefully, and in the blink of an eye, with a loud growl, Mark attacked Joshua.

Every hidden truth became a tool, a potential weapon, a lifeline. And then I saw her—Anais. Photographs, emails, journal entries. Mark’s obsession wasn’t just about control, or protection, or punishment. It was personal. Anais had been… someone he couldn’t let go of, someone he had tried to replace, someone who had shaped the obsession he now directed toward me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I resembled her in ways I hadn’t realized. Not just in appearance, but in spirit. His fixation on me was tied to a ghost from his past, and now I understood why. The truth weighed on me like a storm. I could manipulate this, use it, survive with it—but I had to be careful. Every misstep could be fat

His flawless image as the city’s most handsome businessman had taken a hit. Frowning, he tried to recall the exact sequence of events. As the memories returned, a sarcastic smile curved his lips. So this was Anna’s version—she was just trying to help him? Funny. While falling, she had kissed him so passionately that she’d bitten his lip. And when that apparently wasn’t enough, she’d kissed him again under the excuse of giving CPR. “Wow,” he chuckled softly. “Ouch… that actually hurts.” Suppressing the pain, Mark stepped out of the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on the sketch resting on the bed. He picked it up and stared at it for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his ey

She's not yours. Anastasia wasn't mine. I'd fucked her. I'd taken her virginity, but that didn't mean anything permanent. "I'll check the hospitals again." "Keep me posted. I'm here to help if I can," Desmier replied. "No, you need to focus on finding Malik," I argued.

“Are you insane? This is the real world, you cannot just go around, taking care of people. Over the next few months princess Anse would blush every Sunday in church when she came face to face with Marco and with the next full moon, she told her guards and father that she won't be trying to shift anymore, “It is clear I did not get the wolf gene.” “You can’t give up, just keep on trying,” Prince Vasili encouraged her, but she told her father off. At the sound of the first snoring of the guards' princess Anse sneaked out and went to her usual spot but this time she did not get undressed. “Keeping your clothes on now?” Marco asked, standing next to her. “How long have you been watching me?” Pri

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

“I want to do it, Cass. And I will. But it's the moment. I want it all to be perfect. And I swear to you that I will make it perfect.” “Every moment with you is perfect, Jace” I whispered. “Every moment.” “And it's only because it's with you, darling.” I smiled. “I promise, I'm going to mark you. How could I not want my mark on you?” Relief washed over me and Sasha purred with delight. “Okay, darling?” I nodded. “Okay.” He smiled. “How about I make us some French toast and we watch an all-day marathon?” “Friends?” I asked with hope.

He simply held my arm, his eyes locked onto the faint, intricate pattern that covered the inner curve of my forearm. The silver lines seemed to glow faintly, reacting to the intense contact with his Mate Mark. "What are these?" he asked, his voice entirely different. It was stripped of command, stripped of coldness. It was a low, rough whisper, edged with something that sounded too much like anger, but not at me. I pulled my arm back sharply, instantly covering the scars with my other hand, a move of pure, ingrained instinct. I knew this was the point of no return. I had to sell the lie now, perfectly, with emotion.

“I am the wolfless one, remember? I should be the one blamed, not my mate!” “They…” “That’s enough, Kosey.” My tone left no chance to say more, so Kosey clamped his mouth shut. I will mark Anisa tonight. Even if it's the last thing I do. I don't know how I will do it, but I have to mark her. ‘And you will. You will mark our mate.’ Our? Is my mind getting crazier?