Novel & Cerita Markus Murphy

He can shmooze his way into any crowd, and within twenty minutes, he returns to my side and leans against the wall clutching a glass of whiskey. I don’t ask where he got it, but he’s smirking at me as he dips into the shadow I've been lurking under. “Markus Aberfeldy. Twenty-five. Just took over as Alpha of Emerald Shore after his older brother’s… unfortunate accident involving a stairwell.” “Huh,” I muse, crossing my arms over my chest. “What else?” “He’s looking for a Luna. I asked about the girl he was just dancing with, and he was smug as hell. He told his buddies he might be selling himself short talking to the daughters of Betas. He made a comment about how an advantageous match might

She’d resorted to half-kicking one of her suitcases down the plush carpeted hall when she ran into one of the worst fucking busybodies the club had to offer, Marcus. Marcus worked on the Virtual Reality level and thought himself above most of the others, as he was more of a tech guy. He thought that when marks chose him to pull to a private suite it was because he was God’s gift to women as he really didn’t put on special shows. He claimed he was just that good because women wanted to drop their panties because of his face alone. He was a prick and not all that good looking in Amberleigh’s opinion, average height, stomach that was tight but far from a six pack, curly brown hair, but his sell

I ignored Vicente’s comment or his snooping on pictures of Klaus and me that hang on the wall. Markus was supposed to be in New York, polishing up the family business, fixing what mess Dominguez had made. “It’s Klaus…” Markus murmured. His tone sent dread spiraling down my spine. I had to clench my fist and hold my ground, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Oh, he’s still alive,” Vicente butted in nonchalantly.

I hesitated “Do you know who was in his contact list at the time this happened?” "The same man they mentioned the day he was admitted. Someone named Ferris Murphy, the former agent he seems to have a grudge against." Isla murmured, leaning even closer to me "Don't be mad at me, but I was curious and did some research. Apparently, Murphy is now an art curator and has several galleries across the country. Not only is he famous in the art world, but so is Clyde. They had a partnership that lasted for years, but I can't find out exactly why they broke up. Did Clyde mention anything to you?"

One of the men clasped his hand and grinned. "I am Remus and this is my brother Rae," he replied. They all thanked the two men and began to travel up the narrow dirt path that Remus had taken them to. "You will be looking for Ivan Baranov, he sent word that he had taken in a pup," Rae shouted and Faelon waved back his thanks.

General Markus did not utter any words as he followed Butler Sam down with a deepening sense of gloom in his brows. General Markus did not sleep much after arriving at the city lord manor. He instructed Jared to go back to the Fressia Kingdom, and took the time to watch his fated mate at her bedside. He barely slept while leaning on the back of the chair that he is sitting on next to Priestess Eva’s bed, and the servants called the down for lunch. General Markus did not know what is the taste of the food he is chewing, nor what the others are chatting about, because his mind is only directed to the perpetrators that murdered his mate.

What was left of his face was frozen in something between agony and shock. He was in pain, but he was refusing to die. I knew that very well. For a wolf to fight until he took his last breath. He could make it easier for himself, but he did not want to. He was choosing to live in agony and die in pain. But that wasn’t what made me stop cold. It wasn't what made me stop my tracks completely as I looked him dead in the eye, well, if I could call them eyes at this point. It was the mark carved into his chest, deep, deliberate, unmistakable.

His thumb moved gently over her shoulder, brushing her skin with unconscious affection. He turned his head slightly to look at her. She was beautiful—exquisite in the soft light. Her dark lashes fanned over flushed cheeks, her lips swollen from the kisses they had shared, her expression tired yet peaceful. And still, she was his now. Finally. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “You okay?” he asked, his voice a murmur near her ear. Serena’s eyes fluttered open. Her body ached, and a faint sting throbbed at the point where his mark now lived on her shoulder—the sign of a bond made eternal. She knew he could sense her discomfort. Of course, he could.

Jonathan's behaviour is confusing but as much as I want to think that he's looking out for me he's not because otherwise, he would be protecting me right now not helping the men who want to get me the hell out of here. "I need you to go and help Mark. He is in the bedroom getting a bag together for little Miss Luna here but I'd bet that the guy has no idea of what he needs. Neither of us has a mate but you do so you're the best one for the job." Twat bag two looks around the room before speaking bearly above a whisper. "Where are Warren and Declan?" I'd also like to know the answer to that.

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”