Novel & Cerita Markus X Connor

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."

Her heart beat faster. His lips parted. But then, just as quickly, he shut them again. “There’s no problem with you,” he said finally, voice low. She frowned. “Then?” He exhaled through his nose, running a hand over his jaw. “It’s just… why are you talking to that guy?” She blinked. “Who?” “That… that Karl,” he muttered, the name coming out sharp, bitter. Serena stared at him, stunned. “Wait… are you serious?”

I said and placed my lips on top of his. He wasn't expecting it. I know. He did not respond and I chuckled. "You mean a lot to me, Cyrus. That, I am sure of." I said as I let him go and he placed his lips on mine. He pecked my lips for a couple of times and I can't help but laugh. "You don't know how happy I am right now. You have finally realized how much stronger our connection is than this spell trying to break us apart." He whispered yell and I nodded my head, my face screaming a grin.

Jenkins called out enthusiastically while many groans erupted from the students. I watched as Eli, Jet, and Damon took their seats. One guy stayed behind and talked with Mr. Jenkins quietly. He was good looking himself. I’m assuming that he’s the most responsible one. He strangely resembled Channing Tatum. You know the guy from Dear John? And let me tell you, I find Channing Tatum very sexy. He’s my favorite male actor. The guy walked to his seat and he saw me looking at him. So, he smiled and winked at me before taking his seat next to Damon. I looked down at my lap, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks slowly.

Rainn's afraid to hurt me, Liam doesn't want Rainn to kill him, so he does to, but Malik seems to understand more that I'm going to get hurt even worse if I'm not completely prepared for an actual fight. The gods must have heard my silent prayer because Malik walks into the arena. If I wasn't already destined to Rainn, I would definitely be checking this man out. He looks like an actual Adonis. He's tall, muscled in all the right places with jet black hair and brilliant blue eyes. "I really don't want to go back in that cell so please don't look at me like that", Malik chuckled. "Sorry I was just happy that it was you today considering you're the only one that actually spars with me."