Markiplier X Springtrap Novels & Stories

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

"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.

Mark cocks his head to one side, considering. "I know what you mean. A little sparkle, perhaps. Our sub needs bling." "She does. I have just the thing." Mark slips his hand into the pocket of his dark grey jeans and produces a pair of delicate nipple clamps, attached to each other by a chain. He dangles them in front of Greg. "What do you think?" "Ah yes, perfect. And I have the clit clip to match." Greg produces that item from his own pocket. "Shall we dress our little subbie then?"

I want him to mark me. "Mark me," I say out of nowhere. Donald looks up at me in shock, not believing me I had just said that. "I want you to mark me," I say again. "I've been waiting for this day my love," He says in between kisses. He kisses the spot again before a sharp pain shoots through my body as his canines dig deep into the skin between my neck and my shoulder. The pain is there for only ten seconds before I feel it. His emotions I feel complete

"And don't expect me to collect your corpse when you die out there!" "If you don't get back here and fix Ivy's skin, don't you ever dream of having a Marking Ceremony with me!" I glanced at the packed tactical bag on the table and the Winterborn entry contract beside it. The corner of my mouth hooked into a mocking smile. "Deal, Ethan." "I'll get lost. Far away. I promise I won't be an eyesore for you two anymore." Before he could react, I hung up. I pulled the SIM card out of the phone and dropped it into a glass of high-proof spirits in front of me.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he was glad that she wasn't able to see him like this or he wouldn't be able to define what would happen next. As he settled in the driver's seat, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a random number. "Deploy six men in Terrence's beach house right now!" He demanded. "Keep her safe until I get back!" "Got it, Mr. Stanford!" And with that, he finally set off. Meanwhile, Ashley took her time strolling inside the spacious house. She saw younger versions of Athena and Terrence on a wedding portrait hanging on the wall. They looked obviously against each other in the photo which made her burst out laughing. They were both looking at the camera with m

That was when he met me, someone who looked far too much like Clara. Our life together was never as happy as outsiders believed. It was full of compromise and quiet misery. All the resentment he felt from loving Clara but never having her was taken out on me. As an Alpha, Marcus never argued with me or raised his hand. Instead, he punished me with constant fault-finding and giving me the cold shoulder. I had lost count of how many times I had cried or how many sleepless nights I had spent fighting myself in silence. When I finally made up my mind to sever the mate bond, I discovered I was pregnant, with twins.

But as long as his fingers were on me, it would just not go away. I flung my arm quickly, before the full power took over mw, and watched as his hand went flying off of m, and as he stumbled several feet back. He stared back at me, shocked that a girl my size could throw him several feet across the hall with just a slight jerk of my arm. He wavered between outrage and fear. I could see him debating whether to attack me or back off. He lowered his hand to his belt, on which hung a large can of pepper spray.

“Thompson! I’ll get you! “ I heard him say outside my apartment as he banged the door. My heart was racing as I waited for him to go. Only when I heard his footsteps retreating did I relax. I could have talked to him and asked him to give me more time. However, the chances of him doing that were thinner than a Jimmy Choo heel. I threw my bag across the room in frustration and paced my room. The only way I could pay off the rent was if I asked my manager at the bar I worked at night to pay me early. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall down my face, refusing to be weak. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Needing to take my mind off things, I made myself coffee and sat down with my lapto