Novel & Cerita Marked By My Stepbrother

Instead, I just wanted more. His hand moved from my back to loosen the towel. It fell open slightly, exposing more skin to his touch. His lips blazed a trail from my neck to my chest, and when his mouth closed over my nipple through the damp fabric, I cried out. "Fuck," he growled. "The sounds you make..." This was so wrong. He was my stepbrother. My mate, yes, but mating with him could get us all killed. Marcus would lock me away. The Council would execute them. We were supposed to be staying apart, supposed to be fighting this...

I said, then I mumbled this part, “...especially not with Thane.” Thane scoffed. “Wendy’s not coming. And I’m not reacting to that attitude of yours either. So if you’re done, get back in the damn car.” I blinked. Seriously? Does he really think he gets to talk to me like that just because our parents are engaged? Okay, technically he is my stepbrother now. But standing here, staring at his smug face, I already knew one thing for sure, I wasn’t built to survive under the same roof as a man who sleeps and wakes up wrapped in arrogance.

I am so much indebted to my brother . When it was more than half an hour and he didn't came back . I start feeling a sudden uneasiness . I shouldn't have let him leave and especially not in this condition when his body was fragile . I clearly remember those bullet marks on his flesh . It looked so brutal and ugly on his flawless skin . Some wound do heals but marks remains and I would never forget the sight When Vlad shot him .

It was exquisite, it reminded me of her eyes. I was lost in my own thoughts when suddenly I noticed this familiar-looking guy who just walked into the café. He was looking for an empty seat, and then he saw me, and he stopped his tracks. Our eyes met and we had that look on our faces, the ‘I know you’ look. "You're Kara's friend, right? I think we've met before," I said to him. His name was… uh, it starts with a C. "And you're the stepbrother," he replied curtly.

Not the brother who was brought to our house years ago. My step-brother, Josh Chen was a heart patient for as long as I can remember. My parents had brought him to our house when I was Five and he was Seven years old. My parents wanted a boy for the longest time but after many tries, they had me which was a major disappointment they never expressed. He was the kindest and the most openhanded person I had ever come across. Someone who wouldn’t hurt a single soul. Now that I look at him, my hand in his hand, his scarface, his shirt all damped, all I can think of is that he had hurt someone. Very badly.

I asked tiredly, especially because he wasn't worth the trouble to me. “Yes! And now that you mention, I should also remind you that he's not on the market,” she flashed her engagement around me boastfully, “and he's even your stepbrother so don't get any disgusting ideas about latching yourself to him out of desperation,” she pointed a finger at me viciously as she issued an unnecessary warning.

I recalled when Nikolai told me that I didn't need to worry about my mother because he would take good care of her when Mark and I are dead. I have grown up my whole life knowing that we shared the same father and mother with Mark. I never imagined that one day I would find out that Mark is my step-brother. I have a thousand and one questions to ask my mother because it's hard for me to wrap my head around everything. Heaving a deep sigh, I turned around and walked away from the dungeon.I heard the old man behind me chuckle. However, I didn't turn my head to look at him because I wanted to go somewhere far away and calm my mind.

I touched the swollen bump and the memory came rushing back of how my cruel brother and my bloody cousins left me behind cluelessly after I hit my head accidentally on the tree trunk. “Those rat*ss b*stards actually left me! Even my own brother? My own blood! Bloody Mark Blue!!! That ridiculous piece of sh*t! How could he?! How dares he? I am going to kill you, Mark Blue! Wait till I get my hands on you!” I said as I imagined my fingers with sharp claws wrapping around his neck. I shook the thought out and looked at the gloomy forest around me.

My brothers look up instantly, alert, hands flexing like they feel it too the shift in air, the warning in my voice. I crouch beside the bed, careful, slow. I don’t touch her. I don’t need to. The mark is burned into my memory already. Three interlocking lines. A broken circle. And a slash through the center. The world tilts. “No,” I whisper. My brother frowns. “You recognize it?” I don’t answer right away. My eyes trace the symbol like it might disappear if I don’t keep it in sight. I’ve seen this before.

His tone was accusatory. “She came to me...." I told him and he rolled his eyes in disbelief. “She has accepted me as her mate. I need that marking off her back, I was going to come to you and Vinx in the morning but since you're here, why don't we start it?." “I can't remove it without my brother." “Twin spell?." I asked him and he nodded. Possessive bastards. I could see in why we were brothers. Lucky enough, Vinx walked out of his room, certainly in search for Rainee too.