Markiplier Quotes Novels & Stories

She tried to act nonchalant but it was there in the deep crease of her brows. I smirked, feeling like a real time villain. "He would say, and I quote…" I quoted Mark's words very slowly, "Do not hope for anything. All you can possess is what you already have, the title of my wife." I grinned maliciously, "Unquote. I wish you a happy married life in advance." "What were you guys talking about so intensely?" Lucas asked absentmindedly as we made our way to our new seats. "Nothing," I said in a dismissive tone, "Just juicy girl talk."

I asked so many questions to marcas just because of excitement. "O my bullet train, take a breath, stop and speak a little slowly, otherwise your breath will get stuck in your neck and you will die. I will tell you everything. First you just stop, you know you will not change at all. You are always the same Once you start, nobody dares you to stop you. Now speaking a little slowly, I'm not going anywhere, I am telling you everything." Marcas says sweetly while shrugging his shoulders.

Mark teased. "I said don't mention anything regarding that" Liam grumbled...then he spoke pitifully; "Just help me out Mark, I don't think it is working out" "Wait! are you jealous that everyone is free around me?" Mark asked. "Mark!" "Okay Okay" He chuckled..." I know you can't apologize, so just try to make it up to them" He said and Liam frowned. "And try to put on a smile when talking to everyone. Laugh often too. Did you realize how you spoke when you came here, Oh My God... I was almost scared of you too " Mark told him and Liam laughed.

He clicked on the mouse several times. "Oh God, you are grouchy. Please, don't tell me you are trying to eat healthy again?" I stared at Markle. His eyes narrowed at me. "Yes, I am…I am so hungry. my mate got me on some health eating nonsense" Markle asked feigning annoyance. "One of the perks of not having a mate is I get to eat crap" I said with a smile. "You are annoying" Markle smiled and went back to work. I took over from him to earn my keep.

“Still stuck cleaning the locker rooms?” “I’ve moved up to the bleachers now,” I said. He smiled. “Well, if you want backup, I can stage a fake injury and demand your immediate presence.” “Oh… tempting, but I’m going to have to decline.” “Think about it.” I grabbed my bag and paused at the door. “Thanks, Mark.” “For what?” “For telling me I’m being dumb.” “Anytime. It’s my favorite hobby.” I laughed and stepped back into the hallway.

his gaze flicked back to Mason “—and some have a little catching up to do.” The guys shifted awkwardly. Malik gave me a sympathetic look. After the little “welcome speech,” Markus hung around like he owned the place. I was grabbing a bottle of water when I overheard him again. “So, Mason,” Markus said, leaning on the counter beside him. “Ever thought about moving your career beyond the ice? You’ve got the charisma for endorsements. Modeling, maybe. Hell, with that face, you could sell anything.” Mason chuckled. “Not really my thing.”

Mark explained, blinking his eyes to convey his need for my help, even if it killed my mood. "What do you mean by 'exotic stripper'?" I questioned. This is getting too complicated. "It means an exclusive person who dances for those who book them. So, my mate has booked someone, and you can take her place, at least until he gets drunk," Mark said, blinking again, showing that he really needed my assistance. I had already agreed, so how could I deny it now? "Okay," I took whatever the bartender served and started sipping the bitter drink. It was so bitter that it burned my throat. After just two sips, I could feel my entire system heating up.

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.”

He made quotation marks with his fingers. I nod. "Yeah, almost every page says that. "As I said, there is a lot of bullshit out there, but it is hard to explain deeply here". He grins. "You can come by some day if you want to, then I can answer all Your questions more deeply". He says. I scrunch up my forehead. "Listen up, everybody has the right to do it the way they like, no problem". Mark leans back in the chair. "I am not trying to get into Your knickers Sol". He laughs softly.

“Just asking. You’re glowing, girl. But you also look like you haven’t been touched in months. Am I wrong?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. The room felt smaller. Warmer. Miles spoke—low, calm. “You don’t have to answer that.” But I did. “No,” I said softly. “You’re not wrong.” Silence stretched. The game commentator yelled something about a three-pointer. Nobody cared. Jace leaned back, beer bottle resting on his thigh. “Damn. That’s a crime.” Miles didn’t move. Just watched me. “Mark’s a good guy. But he’s gone a lot.”