Markiplier Quotes Novels & Stories

he said. “It is going to happen because the Mia that I know is a fighter, she never just gives up,” Steph said. “I don’t know how long I can be strong for,” mark said. “Then don’t try to be, you don’t have to be. You’re not carrying the burden alone, I am here with you,” Steph said and tears fell down from Mark’s face onto his cheeks. “I miss her so much,” he said, amidst the tears. “I miss her smile, I miss her talking and I miss everything,” he said.

“It was enjoyable. Don’t think I have tasted pancakes that nice. Only after that, I had the energy to think about several ways to break some head.” “I just wanted to punch at a wall and yell until my lungs tore out.” “Oooh, that sounds too barbaric.” “Exactly. That is the intention.” “You want to talk about it?” I asked while Mark passed me a new bottle of beer when he noticed I had exhausted the one in my hand. “You first.” He urged.

“What do you say Mr?” Mark asked and he rolled his eyes before turning to him. “So long as it doesn’t involve stealing and killing, then count me in, and to be clear, you are not my type,” He added the last bit to get back at Mark and it worked because he threw the throw pillow at him. “Be ready to be baptized and initiated,” Mark said and Liam wondered what the fuck he has gotten himself into, Mark was full of shit and Liam resolved that he would bail out if it becomes undoable for him.

"Remind me not to ever cross you, ma'am." Lily laughed softly as she heard bits and pieces of the news about their products, resting her head against Mark’s chest. “They’re hyping it up like it’s the cure for all the world’s problems.” Mark smirked. “Well, it's pretty impressive. And besides, it’s not just a product—it’s a symbol. A fresh start for us.” She pulled back slightly to look up at him, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “A fresh start… and a bright future.”

“Don’t get too comfortable giving advice.” He grinned, unfazed. “I’ll be here, dispensing wisdom, whether you like it or not.” “Fuck you,” I replied, unplugging my charger and getting up. “You wish,” Mark smirked, walking ahead of me towards his office. After informing a shocked Caine that I was going home early. I soon found myself in the car. I slung my laptop bag over my shoulder, alongside another bag stocked with surprises for Liam.

The slap seemed to have brought him back to his senses, However, Kiara’s anger was just starting. “You are crazy and dumb for thinking I’m one of those women who would sell themselves for money! Mark Harrington, if you dare harass me again, I won’t spare you next time!” Mark’s expression darkened. Rubbing his cheek, he sneered, “Get down your high horse, Kiara. Who doesn’t know that you’re now Killian’s trash? Be grateful I even want someone like you!!!” The commotion soon grabbed people’s attention as Mark was obviously yelling.

Oh, the she-wolf who asked me to grill some meat for her. "Did you hear what I said?" When I did not respond, he raised his voice. I replied calmly, "Since you didn't mark me, there's no need to go through the process of unbinding our mate bond if we separate."

His skin was gray, and his eyes were fixed on his laptop screen. "Shut up, Mark," Adrian said. His voice was dangerously quiet. "What do you mean, shut up?" Mark yelled, turning on him. He pointed a shaking finger at the television. "Did you hear what she said? She told millions of people that I cheated! She told them about the contract! My phone hasn't stopped buzzing for twenty minutes. Look at this!" Mark grabbed his phone from the sofa and thrust it toward Adrian’s face. "People are messaging me on T*****r. They are calling me a deadbeat. They are asking if I really signed away that kid. My followers are dropping by the thousands!"

Fake-deep quotes about loyalty from rappers he doesn’t even listen to. Oh, and the captions? “Hustle. Loyalty. Respect.” Bro, you’re not a wrestler. You’re a nepotistic baby with a trust fund and protein farts. I dove into the comments. Verified models. Blue checkmarks. Lots of “🔥🔥🔥” and “you up?” from accounts that screamed escort or clout leech. Next stop: T*****r. Even worse. He reposted a tweet about AI replacing humans with the caption “Scary but kinda dope ngl.”

Did I even care? “You don’t remember? I’m Marc—the Captain and Quarterback of the top-ranked football team in the whole state!” he shouted like it was supposed to impress me. “I’m literally the most desirable guy here!” Why are the hot ones always so damn annoying? “Look, I like my hookups fast and forgettable. I don’t need a migraine after. So do us both a favor—stuff that lazy pole back in your pants and get lost,” I said coldly. “Frankly, I don’t even know how someone like you plays football. You’re that lazy.”