Mick Mars Young Novels & Stories

Finding none. “I made this decision on my own,” I continued. “For myself. And for my future. And I am not going back from it.” Her eyes hardened. “Don’t you dare, Marcellus… what you are going to do…” “I’m not asking,” I cut in, my voice low but absolute. “You will hold the ceremony. And you will do it like you always have when I am not around.” Silence snapped between us. “You will stand there,” I went on, “and you will do what you intended to do, without me. If the pack needs a performance, give them one. They will surely enjoy it knowing that the mother Luna is hosting it. And you can enjoy the party as you always do.”

Keith teased, turning his predatory amusement on Mars. Mars hiccuped, looking away, his pale skin flushing crimson. "Nope, no thank you!" the 18-year-old virgin stammered between hiccups. He thought about the scene that had just unfolded. It was a powerful déjà vu. But how could that be? His mind raced, sifting through memories until they settled not on lived experience, but on printed words. Words on a page. Pages in a book... 'oh my god!'