Markiplier Quotes Novels & Stories

Mark takes up the microphone, and it honks out a loud, shrill BEEEEEEEPPPPP. “Testing, testing,” he says into it. The room quiets. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is one of the most special Halloween parties we’ll ever have,” he announces. “We’re celebrating Damion’s 21st birthday — and one hell of a season.” Our eyes meet. I grin. He drops his hand with the mike to his chest as if thinking what to say next. Mark was one of the best racers of his time, and now he’s probably the best manager/coach out there.

Shit. "I can't wait to mark you and make you mine." -----

I had lost the most precious thing in my life, and perhaps the Marcov group meant nothing compared to that. "Why didn’t you listen to me when I asked you to impregnate any woman three months ago?" Markle said in a disappointed tone. After Ashley left, Markle had given me ridiculous suggestions that I was completely against. I gestured to Fred. Fred grabbed Advocate Markle. "Advocate, you are crossing the line. You are not allowed to talk like this," Fred warned him in a rough tone. I might have been drunk, but I didn’t like the way he spoke.

He does not look at me. “Why do I look exactly like her?” I ask quietly. Mark lets out a soft laugh. “The universe is cruel. It will never let you forget the things you are most ashamed of.” He stands up from his seat and takes both our mugs to wash them. He places them in the drying rack and returns to his seat.

I ask. "Emily barely looks up from her iPad when she talks." What the hell am I doing? God is for the money, be kind on me. “You post everyday and for I*******m captions,” she says while chewing a kale salad like it personally offended her. “Keep them short, ironic, and never too deep. You’re a vibe, not a philosopher.” “You mean no Shakespeare quotes?” She glares. I write: “No Shakespeare. No sincerity. Vibes only.”

I can’t get away from her “talent.” “Do you happen to know her? Her voice is just…angelic.” “Barf,” Mark groans. It seems like this Mark guy and I would get along. “Sorry, I don’t give away trade secrets to the enemy,” I say. The sentence spills out of my mouth before I even realize it. It’s not a lie, though. I’ve never been an Ozarks fan. I just know the guys from all these years watching the games. “The enemy? What does that mean?” Asher asks.

"I am a true child of levay. I am the best of the best. I am beautiful, powerful and successful, I ignore mans laws and practice my own. I live for indulgence over abstinence; I embrace each and every pleasure of the flesh and live each day as if it's my last because one day it will be. And when that day comes I will not be one of those who had wished he had lived to the fullest because I do that every day." Mark flashed that killer smile and continued; "I am the true alpha, the wolf amongst sheep," He winked. "Every father's nightmare, every house wife's fantasy," Mark paused and looking around added the catch phrase he had been using for years; "Every woman wants me every man wants to be m

I ask, a smirk tugging at my lips. "In most cases, yes, but not when you've just completed chemotherapy," Mark quips, his voice holding a trace of seriousness beneath the humor.

“Right now?” I asked. “Yes. Unfortunately, being a celebrity doesn’t have fixed working hours…” Mark replied with sad smile. “Ok. Sure…” I murmured. “You don’t have to do anything much. Just watch him and keep him company. Make sure he doesn’t slack off! See you!” Mark said as he waved goodbye.

said Mark. "Oh...that was nice of you." I said with a smile. "So how was your first day of work?" asked Mark. "It was...unforgettable." I replied. "Unforgettable? How?" Mark asked taking a quick glance at me turned to face the road again. "Lets just say....my whole day at work has been quite a show." I said vaguely. Does that even make sense!? Mark chuckled and said "Well, I wish I could have seen this show." Im glad you didn't.