Markus Murphy Novels & Stories

"This is silly. Let's go back home." "You're calm now?" Laura asked. I started to nod but stopped when my cell phone blared out. I checked the caller ID. It was Marcus. "Hello," I answered. "We know where Jake is," He said in a gruff voice. ~ ~ DECLAN MURPHY WAS a proud man and prized himself on being the most important person in his family. After they had moved to New York from Ireland, they had found out that the Americans ran their underworld very differently from the Europeans, and that had been a massive shocker for the Murphy family who were forced to bow to the hierarchy.

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”

I had trusted that face. Marcus. My ex-boyfriend. The man I loved more than anything. The man who broke my heart. The man who cheated on me with Sophie. Sophie was my best friend. They both lied to me. He was sitting there smiling. Smiling like he didn't know me. Like we had never met before. Like he hadn't destroyed me. Like he hadn't lied every single day. This couldn't be real. Marcus was human. He wasn't a wolf. He worked in an office. He did marketing. He lived in the city. He was human.

Miceli, Markus’ right-hand man, slid out of the driver’s side, nodding at me. If Klaus had Ghost, Markus had Miceli. A burly guy with a soft smile that could fool anyone who didn’t know him. He’s as brutal as Markus. I haven’t seen him in action, but the stories I heard about their team never failed to raise goosebumps on my skin. Miceli’s eyes did a quick sweep of the perimeter as Markus emerged from the passenger side. ~~ The brewed coffee’s hushed drip on the mug starkly contrasted with the drumming in my chest.

Every family gathering was the same Marcus’s latest achievements held up as an example of what a real Murphy could accomplish. "Uncle Marcus is back?" Calvin asked, noting my expression. "Yeah." I gestured for another drink. "Tomorrow’s going to be hell." "The famous Marcus Murphy," Luke whistled. "Didn’t he set some kind of record at Harvard? Perfect GPA while captaining three varsity teams?"

When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker. "Hello Children " I coo Julie splashes water at me "Witch took you long enough " it's 11 am in the morning we could have done this in the afternoon " it's hot as the devil's balls so it's a good time " I laugh "you will know the devil's balls now will you Julie " Kaylee laughs.

" Cool man. Elly bowed her head and turned to leave, she already knew the outcome, but after all, the editorial office belonged to her cousin, who was the editor, so she tried to say a word, but it seemed useless. When she learned that she was working as an assistant for a young CEO returning from abroad, she was extremely overjoyed. Yesterday, when she was going to meet him, she carefully prepared her appearance to greet him. Unexpectedly, he didn't glance at her, and she nodded and asked her out. He's handsome but he's really cold. Mark has been away from this place for ten years, and now that he's back, he's no longer the naive young man he used to be. Originally, he didn't want to go bac

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.

If I could paint this picture right now, and capture the beauty sitting right in front of me, I'd surely be a millionaire off what I could sell. "Explain," Malik insists softly, as if I'm about to admit the biggest gossip of the century. I shrug. "He was my neighbour around a year ago. He ended up getting a job in the Wisdom Pack and left. No big deal." It was when he first left. He was the first guy I had a crush on, who had one for me too. We complimented each other, in a way I didn't think was possible for anyone who isn't my mate. Honestly, I had doubts that I would have needed anyone else after him. Turned out the Goddess had other plans for us.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."