Markiplier Face Cam Novels & Stories

As Amber stepped out of her car, Marko quickly grabbed his recorder and positioned himself behind the nearest tree, careful not to draw attention. Amber greeted a group of individuals with a familiarity that sent chills down Marko's spine. He focused intently on their conversation, his recorder capturing every word. The group exchanged hushed whispers, their expressions a mix of excitement and urgency. Marko's hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the camera, snapping photos of the gathering.

On the TV was my video, our video. Pertaining derrick Johnson and I... Me still seated on his lap, working on his neck, from that angle.... I could see derricks eyes shut..his lips slightly parted..like he was trying hard to inhale.. His hands constantly dancing around my ass... And then, as everyone's laughter erupted..a different effect came from the video.. A filter...a dogs face, was implanted on my head... It was then that I understood thus was a different version of Snapchat..

Amari stared at my face once again then after a while she nod her head. I want Marcus to be out of her mind so I decided to step inside the mall. I walked towards the children's playground while carrying Amari. Some of our guards are tailing us and it makes everyone uncomfortable so I told them to keep their distance and be hidden. When Amari started jumping on the trampoline I took out my phone and took a photo of her. She looks so happy so I decided to post it on my I*******m. A few seconds after posting it I received a notification.

I obeyed instantly, the command threading heat through my belly even as dread tightened my chest. Marco’s voice echoed from inside the vent. “Got another one.” He pulled himself out, holding a tiny black object between his fingers. It was barely larger than a button, a sleek, almost invisible device with a small glass eye. A camera. My breath caught. “Oh my god.” Victor’s gaze never left me, his voice like steel. “Not just microphones. They’ve been watching.” The world tilted beneath me. Every memory of surrender—the blindfolds, the cuffs, the moments where I bared not just my body but my soul—flashed behind my eyes. All of it, vulnerable, sacred… stolen.

I wish it betrays nothing on my face but the excitement is creeping on there, “I have a deal for you, Liam. But you have to find a way to come back here tomorrow if you want to hear any of it.” Liam’s expression shutters and there’s no time for me to hear his response. The notice comes from the technician handling the installation. “Camera goes live in the next five seconds.” Liam gets up from the chair, walks over to the door, and gives me a nod. I make sure to look directly at the camera as it comes on, and wherever he is, I hope Malachi can see I have nothing but resentment for him.

Every single person here answered to me. I tapped her shoulder, and when she turned around with those wide, startled eyes, Marco appeared right on cue with his camera, snapping photos like some paparazzi scumbag. Time for my performance. I pretended to be furious, grabbing Marco by his shirt and getting in his face. "Who the hell gave you the right to take pictures of us without our consent?"

Every single person here answered to me. I tapped her shoulder, and when she turned around with those wide, startled eyes, Marco appeared right on cue with his camera, snapping photos like some paparazzi scumbag. Time for my performance. I pretended to be furious, grabbing Marco by his shirt and getting in his face. "Who the hell gave you the right to take pictures of us without our consent?"

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?”

I knew it’d destroy me and I couldn’t stumble more than once with the same stone, because, though I was now a professional and mature man, I knew the fall would be even more painful than eleven years ago, and I doubted I’ll be able to recover if Olivia took me again as a game. The meeting lasted forty-five minutes. They were determining the medias where the campaign would be exposed, the costs and budgets, dates of auditions for actors that will be starring the commercials and all those things, when my phone rang and it showed me the name of Alex, the head of my security. I knew wouldn’t like this conversation. “Mark, I need you to come to Las Vegas right now.” There was never a greeting wit

Marco’s voice drawled from the tinny speaker, filling my quiet kitchen, “you have something I want. And now, I have something you care about.” Marco didn’t appear in the video that flickered across the screen. Of course, he didn’t; that coward wouldn’t show his face in such an incriminating way. No, it was Eli’s pale, frightened face on my screen, shadowed by the dim lighting of an unfamiliar kitchen. That little face was drawn in tight lines of tension, but his blue eyes glowed bright with determination as he stared down the camera. A white bandana parted his lips, pulled the corners of his mouth taut, but he didn’t struggle against the gag.