Markus Murphy Novels & Stories

At that moment, Marcus absolutely wanted to pin Roderick on the ground and beat him up aggressively. Roderick, however, did not look at Marcus but only at the actress. "Mila, right?" Mila immediately nodded. "My name is Mila Murphy, and I'm from Northern Muslon. My skin is a little sensitive, so I'll often put on a lot of makeup. I have acting experience, especially acting as a vicious supporting actress. I have a rich experience in this. I don't have a high demand for the pay. I just want…to be friends with Master Marcus."

Kelvin replied, nodding his head. Ohhh… “Let me see.” I ordered with a calm voice. Kelvin then handed the documents to me as I opened them and began looking through every page of them, with Kelvin telling me about his discovery of Marcus's dealings in the underground market. “Who's Marcus?” I asked curiously. “He is also a Mafia, but a local Mafia at the underground; he has his own business and hasn't fully given his loyalty to me completely; he's among those still standing against me.” Kevin replied with a sharp tone.

Bethany "Everyone please welcome the new Alpha of the moonshine pack. Alpha Marcus Thompson!" Elder Murry has just finished officially announcing Marcus as Alpha and the room is swarming with cheers and howls. Marcus is standing tall and proud on the stage and I suddenly notice how much he's changed since I last saw him. His usual long black hair has been cut very short to his head, his once cheerful brown eyes now look dangerous and scary while his height of 6ft4 and his increase in body muscle leaves me feeling nervous, he's definitely not the Marcus I knew based on appearance

Markus is hot, too. He comes from a long line of warriors and holds a powerful look. He's about six foot two, with blonde hair that always looks like he's been freshly fucked. Probably has, let's be honest. Again werewolves' bodies are immaculate, and men's bodies, well, it's rare that they don't look so fucking lickable. His is no expectation, all those muscles and pale skin. Markus also has blue eyes, but they are dark blue, almost navy. Though they are gorgeous, his wolf throws a gold line throughout them when he appears. He leans his back against the fence but stands close enough for his side to graze my arm. Those eyes glisten at me, and with that grin that makes girls' panties drop, an