Markiplier E Novels & Stories

"Not really. I've got it set up so fans can send me money if they want to, but I earn like, less than ten bucks a week. Can't live off that. Nah, I need a sugar daddy." "Couldn't you tell all those people who like your photos that you’re looking for a boyfriend?" Michael almost dropped the box he was moving as he leveled the biggest "are you serious" stare he could muster at his friend. "I take it that's a bad idea...?" "Terrible idea!" Michael went back to stacking boxes. "Online, I'm 'Mr. Perfect.' I live in a candy colored world of perfect hair and clothes 24/7. That's what people want to see. They don't want to know I'm some thirsty twenty-something who gets all grimy slinging boxes for

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

Jet smiled at my mate and shook her hand. “I’m Kirsten Relani , but please don’t ever call me Relani just Kirsten or Lani. It’s nice to meet you guys,” she said sincerely and smiled genuinely. Her smile was breathtaking and again, I was jealous that she didn’t smile at me. Relani was her name, huh? I thought to myself. That’s one hell of a sexy name and yes, I know she told us not to call her Relani but who cares? It’s sexy. I quickly shook those thoughts away.

"How is that the same? Kaia is my friend. But this Drake? He's not even from our pack! He knows you have a mate, yet he's still pursuing you. He just wants to get you into bed!" At those words, I raised my hand and slapped him. Hard.

I knew everything that went on with the elite. Not anymore, though. After my father was arrested for embezzlement and all our assets seized, I lost all my friends. That meant they weren’t my friends in the first place. “Let’s see, “ I said as I typed his name. However, the search came up empty. There were no listings of a company or any business under his name. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering if what I experienced that morning really happened. The man was wearing Armani and driving a Rolls Royce. He had to have a company somewhere. When I searched the name Markos alone, the search results showed a bunch of people I had never seen before. I gave up and closed my laptop.

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

I interrupted him directly, "No! I won't go back with you. This is my home. Also, I already have a mate. Stop bothering me." James abruptly looked at me, his pupils widening in shock. "What did you say?" Ryan strode over and took my hand calmly. The scent of his mark on me emanated undisguisedly. "Alpha, today is a big day in which Emma and I become mates. I won't hold your nonsense against you, but please leave our house immediately." James was stunned for a moment before answering, "This joke isn't funny at all." "I'm not joking, Alpha James. Ryan has marked me. We're mates now."

“Is that so? Then I want you to leak information that Xavia stayed a night in Mark’s villa. Naturally, I want the news to be reported beyond the local networks as well!” “Right away…!” Fast forward to the next day, Xavia and Mark could once again be seen on the trending tab. Aside from learning that Xavia hadn’t left his villa for an entire night, they also found out that Mark’s studio and the brand, ‘Hartman’ in general were a tribute to both their names. This led to many of the online users supporting the two, and any comments stating, ‘Nineteen years old doesn’t love herself,’ were also quickly suppressed…