Markus X Simon Mga Nobela at Kwento

I strolled in with a wide smile on my face knowing what was going to happen. I looked over the stairs, staring at sixteen men with guns pointing towards our direction. “You know better than to lead us into a trap mister or whatever your name is. This is a cowardly move, using your technology to open up the door.” “I have Connor to thank for those doors by the way. My name's Markus, I suggest you pay respect to it.” He uttered as he raised his hands above his head, that was the signal for his men to drop their weapons. “Good now that you've controlled your dogs, we humans can have a good discussion.”

“Why would you do this?!” Markus didn’t meet my eyes, but his voice was cold and detached. “Because Silverwood deserves to fall. Alaric promised me power, and I intend to claim it.” “You’re going to die for this,” Damon growled, his hand tightening around Markus’s throat. But Markus just smiled, a twisted, mocking grin. “Not before your precious brothers suffocate.” I felt something inside me snap. With a roar of rage, I lunged at him, ready to tear him apart, but Damon held me back. “Sera, no. We need to save them first.”

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

Brutus tells him the gist of what happened. Markus looks over to me for a comment. I do not give him the satisfaction. Once he realizes he is getting nowhere with me, he moves on. "Was she being literal?" Markus starts to saunter to Brutus. The name fits him well, like a glove. "She was not lying, sir." It is strange hearing someone of his physique calling someone sir. Next to Brutus, Markus is a twig. He hums.

He is in a meeting with them," He made known. Sabrina wondered why the dark howler pack had decided to make an attack now. They weren't ready, "Sabrina," The voice of Simon let out, making her turn. "I would leave you two alone to talk," Markus said before leaving. Simon held her before pulling her into a tight hug, his head was placed towards her neck as he sniffed her scent. Sabrina wondered if that calmed him down whenever he was nervous. "I would be selfish if I were to stop you from fighting for you and the people but promise me that no matter what happens, we still have our kids to raise? That pack is after you but I won't let them have you." He muttered out firmly before kissing her l

Markus’s hold on me tightens until it turns almost painful, I wince from the impact. “Josh Mahoney” he extends his hand for Markus to take but Markus just glares at him and his out stretched arm, I give him a little push and reluctantly he shakes Josh’s hand “Markus Espinoza” Mark says in his all-business tone that always scared the shit out of me. Josh’s eyes widen the slightest bit when he recognizes who the man in front of him is and I smirk triumphantly, they stare at each other for so long, from outside looking on the inside it looks like it’s some kind of staring contest which either of them refuses to lose.

I nodded, looking away for a few seconds before looking back at him. “I've had sex, Mark. But I never got to feel what I felt with you when we were just beginning to get to know each other's body. We barely got to experiment, but those moments with you made me feel so much more than I ever felt with anyone. There is only one Marcus Sanders in this world, there is only one man I have ever loved, and that is you.” I saw his throat move and his eyes flood with warmth.

Markus sighed, dropping his head down. Thinking that was the end of the conversation, Big Mama huffed again and started to walk away. However, Markus blocked her path again and raised his forefinger, making us stop. Big Mama turns around to look at me, a confused expression on her face. I can’t even explain to her what the guy’s on about since I didn’t even understand it myself. Shrugging, the moment I feel Big Mama loosening her hold I approach Markus. He had his phone out and was tapping away like there was no tomorrow. When I peer through his shoulder, I realize he was on the calculator. I couldn’t help the snicker that came out of me, “That’s wrong. You have the wrong equation.”

He said, frowning slightly. "You are an invalid." Both Mark and the nurse answered at the same time. "Sheesh." Simon exclaimed and Mark smiled at th nurse who was smiling, "I have something to tell you." Simon told Mark and Mark sat down on the only stool beside the bed. "What is it old man?" Mark asked, adjusting slightly on the stool. "You were right," Simon began, and Mark wondered what he was right about. "I shouldn't have trusted Adam. He's a snake." He said.

He was about to lean in closer to her when he saw Mara walking toward them. Mara, who was a bit protective of Jasmine, had a watchful eye on the stranger. She approached and asked, "Who's this, Jasmine?" Jasmine smiled at Simon and introduced him, "Mara, this is Simon. He's just a photographer." She noted her step sister’s skepticism but didn't understand why. Simon quickly reached out to shake Mara's hand, trying to mask his intentions. Mara gave him a firm handshake, her eyes never leaving his. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken tension as Simon found himself sandwiched between two curious werewolves.