Marked Novels & Stories

As she brought it even closer, she noticed tiny markings on it, too tiny for recognition which made her squint in an effort to make meaning of them, but she had hardly seen anything when a familiar voice startled her, making her close her palms against the glass item instinctively. " That's an e-con, " the voice said, compelling Alice to look up at who it was, she had been so immersed in her thoughts and in trying to figure out what the item was that she didn't hear David come in, he stood so close to the wall his back would have practically touched it if not for the leg he had pressed against it, he held a wineglass in his hand, and for some reason she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n k****e Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

she asks in her Spanish accent. "Yes ma'am, but I was wondering if you could add something special with it," I say with a smile and look at Nana. "Nana, this is where I need your help. I thought maybe a stuffed animal or something to go with it?" She smiles and takes a look around the shop. She comes back with a mother penguin smuggling her baby. I instantly thought of her and Macy. I spot a monkey for Macy and Marcia gives me the usual discount. "Elliott is the only one who gets a discount. She saved my store a few years ago," she says to Nana. "A couple of young gangsters were destroying everything and trying to break into my safe. One of them had a gun to my head, but she took all three o

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

I have money burning a hole in my pocket. Marcella laughs out loud. I see the E on her neck. It’s a block letter, in shiny green with a vine wrapped around it and a single leaf at the end. I grab my phone to look at mine. It’s a black wolf with green eyes sitting, staring out. Between the paws is a metallic blue block letter M. We admire our marks before I put my shirt on so we can go enjoy this dinner.

“Yeah.” We move slower. Hazel points with her chin. Ahead of us a scrap of cloth hangs from a twig where a sapling meets the path. It’s weathered gray, nothing to it, until the moon catches a smear on the weave. Red-brown, three strokes, clawed downward and splayed. Redmaw’s mark. It’s fresh. Wet where the threads bunch. We both stand there looking at it like it might start talking. “They’re inside the fence line,” Hazel whispers.

“Mrs. Veyron.” “Thank you, Mara,” Cassian said. “We’ll take it from here.” She nodded quickly. “He’s settled. Meds are in this bag. The notes are on top.” She lowered her voice. “He is… difficult.” “I know,” Cassian said. “I’m right here,” another voice cut through, sharp as glass. We both turned. Lucian sat in a sleek black wheelchair at the base of the stairs. His posture was perfect; his eyes were cruel.

he said as he pulled her inside and made her face the tiled wall. He came to stand behind her and reached his arms around to slide his hands up her sides and cup her breasts. She threw her head back against his chest as she moaned with delight. His one hand went down her stomach to her bud, where he moved his fingers in circles. She pressed her hand against the wall to stabilize herself from the touch before she became a puddle on the floor. He brought his lips to her neck and started kissing and licking her marking spot. She wanted it so bad. "Mark me," the words just slipped out with Ava in control.

"You'll survive." "Easy for you to say." "It is," Zara admitted. "I passed his module." "Good for you.. at least he gave you a seventy-six." "I worked for that seventy-six." Zara defended. "So did I." "No," Zara corrected gently. "You worked for a sixty-two." I sighed. "And every other module sits comfortably in the seventies and above.. Maybe he just marks differently." "Or maybe he enjoys making my life difficult." Zara laughed.