Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

Not wanting to drag Florence Robinson into my life that was already tangled with Richard Henshaw, the mafia boss's son, I decided against calling her. After I kept the new bag of clothes that Rosa had given to me, I stood in the room, peering around. The faint sound of music filled the air. The distant discussion of people talking echoed outside on the harem's grounds. As I was still dressed in the purple short dress and my black shoes from attending Richard's 24th birthday bash at the clubhouse, When I breathed out, I moved over to the window and peered out of the room on this third floor. The harem was a five-story building. As I stood by the window, I peered out at the city view, admiring

He greeted me with a wave and that familiar crooked smile. I didn't hesitate. I threw my arms around him in a fierce hug, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. "You took your sweet time getting here, Darmos." Marco chuckled, returning the embrace before gently extricating himself. "Work held me up. You know how it is." I pulled back and pouted, "I know exactly how it is. Ever since you started working for the mafia, we barely see each other anymore.” "Hey, don't look at me like that," Marco said, his voice softening. He glanced around to make sure they were alone, then leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've got something planned."

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

...Haley POV... The time had finally come to get Maverick. We had spent the next day going over our plan. Kayden felt the best plan of action was to go after him while they were receiving a shipment. Many of their members would be gone to watch over the docks while we could sneak in without them noticing. After reviewing all their hideouts, Kayden figured that Chase probably had Maverick in his own house. It was a highly guarded location, but we made sure to know every single detail of their hideout. Kayden had me look over the blueprints while he worked on surveillance. Kayden tasked Damian as a hacker. Damian needed to find a way to hack into their security cameras so that we could loop th

"Yeah. Well, one contained a few pictures of midget porn with other peoples heads photoshopped on them. Badly, I might add. Another was about some girl you gave Ant's number to?" "Raven," Mark said, grinning. "She was my limo driver that brought me to the airport." "Okay," Jasmine nodded. "Well, she's been texting Ant intimate pictures of herself, but he's complaining because she won't show her face and he really wants to," Jasmine paused, an eyebrow cocked. "Make her do the Angry Dragon." Mark burst out laughing. "He's such a fucking tool." "What the hell is an angry dragon?" Mark explained between bouts of laughter. "It's a sex thing. After you've cum in a girls mouth, you're meant to smac

Luther, Noah, Lohan, and Zedekiah were already there, their faces grave. Heros turned on the projector. A photo appeared on the screen: a man around forty, dangerously handsome, with neatly cut black hair, cold green eyes, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He wore an impeccable suit and a gold ring with an eagle symbol. “Who is he?” I asked. “Marco Rossi,” Noah answered. “Eldest son of Salvatore Rossi, capo of the Rossi family in Chicago. They’re one of the few mafia families that never submitted to our father. They’ve always been silent rivals.”

Lirvana clutched her head, dropping to her knees as the voice echoed again. It was piercing, like it was crawling through her skull. “Who are you?” she cried out. > “Help me... and I’ll tell you who I am.” Her breaths grew shaky. “Help you how?” > “Find the Moonmark.” “What?” she whispered, confused. “What is a Moonmark?” > “A mark…an etched moon symbol. Find its bearer.”

“Duskwyn Hollow? Isn’t that bordering Blackthorn Pack’s territory?” “It is,” Asher said calmly. “Which means it’s their problem, not ours.” But Nolan didn’t blink. “Sire,” he said, “the body’s throat had fang marks. Vampire marks. Clear ones.” A sharp silence cut through the room. “But the rest of the body…” Nolan added, his voice lower now. “Deep claw marks. Savage. Precise.” Asher’s demeanour shattered. “Werewolves,” he hissed, voice venomous.

“Oh, come on. You don’t really care about her. You’re just playing protector so you can keep the girl to yourself." Lucas lunged before he realized it. He pinned Elwin down to the ground Elwin grinned with blood in his teeth. “Too late. I’ve already marked her scent.” Lucas froze. Elwin's smile deepened. “Every rogue within miles will know what she is now. You should’ve hidden her better, Lucas. Now she belongs to the hunt.” With a swift twist, Elwin shoved Lucas back and vanished into the shadows.

she responded. “How's that a problem?” “That's the good news. Earis was the first vessel of the Neurophaga… and I'm afraid even though she is free of it, the damage is already done,” My jaw tightened. “She might be able to heal herself through your bond like you had said. But the mark was dormant when the manacle was on her wrist. The mark cannot heal the damage done when it wasn't active. Hence her broken arm,” she said, forcing a dry swallow.