Morning Mark Comics Novels & Stories

The dazzling morning sunlight did nothing to brighten Mark’s mood. He’d seen too much the night before. At first he’d been confused, there in his darkened car, when he’d seen the friend heading off to the bar without Cain. Mark had been planning to follow them and find more incriminating evidence, but what was he supposed to do if Cain stayed inside? Then the

But they got all types of rich druggies and eccentrics, and for a tip, the mumbling fellow had stripped a hundred off a wad so it was all good. Mark woke up, disoriented after a deep sleep, but despite the cannon fire in his head, he quickly snapped to reality and closed his eyes again in despair. He was aware of a few sounds: the low hum of an air conditioner, a bird chirping outside the window, his hair rubbing between the cotton sheets and his ear. He felt the downward draft from a ceiling fan. His mouth was so desiccated, there didn't seem to be a

But standing there in the cold, March night, face a bit numb, it was the best I could do. He just stared back at me. His stare seemed to pierce my soul, as if he were seeing right through me. It looked as if he were debating how much to tell me. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he opened his mouth to speak. “Caleb!” shouted a voice, and we both turned. A group of men – vampires? – dressed all in black, marched right for us. Caleb turned and faced them. Caleb. I liked that. “We have no clearance for your arrival,” the man in the middle said, deadly serious.

Something hard pressed against my lower back and without thinking, I moved back and wriggled against him. “Good morning, Luna,” my mate murmured close to my ear. His hot breath caused shivers to run down my back. “Good morning,” I breathe. My ears are warm, my cheeks heat up, and I know without looking in a mirror that my face is flushed. I sent a quick thank you to the Moon Goddess for blessing me.

[Astoria’s POV] “Morning." Matthew entered, interjecting our conversation. Viktor and I exchanged glances. Matthew looked as though he hadn't slept more than an hour. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and the smile he offered everyone looked painfully forced. “Good morning,” I greeted nonetheless. "Did you sleep well, Astoria?" "I... managed," I answered honestly. His tired smile widened slightly. "I'm glad." Before he could say more, we heard footsteps and soon Aria walked in.

The snow almost buried him alive. The snow stopped on the eighth morning. Julian crawled out of the snowbank. His lips were purple, but his eyes still burned with fight. Just then, a black SUV pulled up to the building. A sharp-dressed man stepped out. It was Alpha Marcus, the strongest Alpha in the North. He held a bouquet of rare Moonflowers. They only grew on the highest snowy peaks. The guards quickly opened the doors for him with wide smiles. "Alpha Marcus. Healer Quinn is waiting for you upstairs."

At the very least he would be mowing the lawn the following day. Ms. Candor appeared at the door while he leant on a rake, looking at the devastation he had wrought. "Not quite finished then, Mark?" "Guess not, Ms. Candor. I'll come back in the morning and finish up." "Would you like another glass of lemonade?" She was carrying another tray and Mark looked down at it. The glass had, it appeared, slipped on the tray leaving a trail of water where it had moved. It now rested almost touching Ms. Candor's breasts and, for the first time that day, Mark really noticed the woman who had been serving him drinks. He was suddenly uncomfortably aware that he had not been wearing a shirt for hours and t

I kissed her neck. The next morning, I arrived at the office early, my mind already running through the day’s agenda. As I settled into my chair, I had it in mind not to accept visitors today, and without asking, it was 12 pm, and no one yet, thank goodness, just then Mark knocked on the door and stepped inside. “Hey, Mr. Bloodhound, do you have a minute?” he greeted. “Morning, Mark,” I said. “Come on in. What’s the update? I believe that's why you're here”.