Mick Mars Young Novels & Stories

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!'

This kind of life continued for two years. At the time, young Marcus was a notorious figure in the black market, known for his small stature but incredible explosive power. He had an unstoppable sharpness that no one could block. That year, Marcus was only 13 years old, but he looked delicate and refined, with quick reflexes and a fierce gaze that resembled a messenger from hell. At the age of 13, Marcus didn't know how to restrain his sharpness. Adding to that, he had been severely hurt and had escaped from a mental hospital. He hadn't spoken a word for almost three years, as he was diagnosed with a mental illness.