Markus X Simon Novels & Stories

Reagan Well, the prince has good instincts, I’ll give him that. “You don’t even know me,” Markus growls at him. “What part of ‘he’s my guest’ was unclear to you, Markus?” Samson snarls, pushing forward. If it were just about anyone else, I’d try to calm Samson, but Markus is overstepping and while I don’t know what was said in the mind link, I do know that Samson was growling about it while Kieran was talking. If I had to guess, I’d say that Markus was questioning Kieran’s decisions.

Jorginho teased, withdrawing his ignored hands. "There should be more drinks on the table," Makris said, ignoring his friend. He looked around for their bartender. He was sure he had seen the man just a few minutes before. "Where is Simon?" He asked. "I told him to go bring more drinks, bro. We started without you, as you can see." He smiled, studying his friend carefully. Markris did look tense. There was not a single trace of a smile on his face. Harsh lines spread across his face like sunlight reflecting on a window.

"Hi, Marcus." Vernon raised a brow and Kyle rushed to introduce them. "This is Simon, my boyfriend," he smiled and looked at the man. "And this is Vernon, my younger brother." Simon gave a hesitant wave. "Hi." The omega gave a curt nod in response. "Nice to meet you." The other brightened at that and he looked away, tugging at his father's sleeve. "What should... I do?" Marcus smiled patiently, cupping his face. "First of all, you need to take deep breaths," he instructed and Vernon obeyed, filling his lungs with air.

The man looked into Markus' eyes with determination. “Then I shall be a Febrez, and grant her the best future.” Markus smiled. Then he put his hands on Cai's shoulders and left their place in the cold balcony to the tables inside. “If you are decided, then we should ask from the experts.” “Markus!” the man waved happily at them. “Seems like the business is hot there.” “Old pal! Let me acquaint you with my sworn brother, Cai Wimhadracin. Cai, this is the Tradiskano.”

We quickly separate and try to appear like a proper adults. "Hi doc, yes, I am feeling better thanks to Simon," Marcus tells him, looking very pleased with himself. The doctor gives a laugh before pulling a seat and making himself comfortable. "So this is the famous Simon huh? Its nice to finally meet you, I have heard so much about you." "Good things I hope" 'Oh yes, Marcus here thinks you are the best thing since sliced bread," he says with a wink, and I can't help but laugh. It now made sense why Marcus liked him. He was a little strange but also very warm and friendly.

But today, his words hit harder, a reminder of the harsh reality I was living in. I made my way to the elevator, my heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation. The penthouse was a world apart from the rest of the hotel—a luxurious, opulent space that felt like a different universe. Markos stood by the window, looking out over the city. When he turned to face me, his expression was cold, almost distant. "You missed two days of work," he said, his voice clipped. "Care to explain?"

Joel asked "I'm joking." Simon didn't smile. Joel smiles a little. "But you don't look like you're joking, uncle." "Haist, don't call me uncle. Sir. Call me Sir, understood?" Simon said. "Y-ye, sir," Joel said Mark and Seth laughed. ****

His hands flex at his sides, his eager fingers twitching toward the Glock holstered under his jacket. “Think they know we’re coming?” Markus asks, his voice light, almost bored, as he spins a blade in his hand like a toy. “They will soon enough,” I reply, my tone clipped. He grins, a glint of something unhinged flashing in his eyes. “Good. I’m in the mood for some fireworks.” Of course, he is. Markus has always been like this. Controlled on the surface, polite even, but underneath? A goddamn psychopath, and tonight I’m letting him off the leash.

"No. Tell me what's happening. Who is this man? Why is he calling you 'sir'?" "Please. Just trust me and go inside." "Trust you? I don't even know who you are!" Marcus looked between us. "Should I come back?" "No," Simon said. Then to me, softer, "Victoria, I will explain everything. But not right now. Please." There was something almost desperate in his voice. I looked at Marcus. At his expensive suit. His professional demeanor. The way he deferred to Simon. This wasn't a random friend. This was an employee, or security, or something.

As expected, she found Simon sitting inside. He was dressed in a dark tuxedo, looking meticulously groomed and exuding an air of authority. "Ms. Joyner, I'm sorry, but Simon's status is slightly complicated, so he could only ask me to invite you on his behalf." Marcus saw her and calmly stood up. "You guys talk. I'll sit next door for a bit." After Marcus left, Simon gestured to Sage with a hand, his voice sounding calm yet authoritative as he offered, “Ms. Joyner, please have a seat.”