Morning Mark Comics Novels & Stories

" Her tear stained eyes light up with joy. "Some girls left it in my desk, I cannot afford to throw it so I place it in my bag. I already forgotten about it." He said casually, and refuse the offer to share in the treats. They fall asleep through exhaustion and uncertainty of what's going to happen the next day. In the early dawn Mark wake up with the light from the fire gone but he felt the warmth coming from the bodies sleeping near each other. He felt his sister sleeping beside him but when he open the flashlight from his phone he was shocked and worried that the huge animal is settled down beside them.

Sure enough, buried among a stack of completed emails was my application to leave the pack. His signature was right there, plain as day. The date was the same day we ran into each other at the pack administration office. That day, all of Marcus's attention had been on Clara. He hadn't even bothered to ask why I had come to the administration office in the first place. Thinking back to the sudden, unexplained tightness in his chest a few days earlier, he finally understood. That had been the moment the mate bond was severed. Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead.

Jackson used to love mornings. He was the ultimate morning person, going for a run, making breakfast, running around, and even taking me to school while Dad worked. Done it all with a smile on his face. I rise early, as always, the routine engraved into my muscles now, coffee first, black, no sugar. I don’t allow distractions anymore, only tasks. And today, there’s one at the top of the list. I need to befriend Mark Duke, His record is cleaner than it should be. It almost glows on paper. No mistakes, no missed inspections, and every deadline was met like clockwork. That’s the first red flag. No one in this line of work is perfect.

Your latte and your cappuccino,’ I say, as I place each down in front of them carefully. ‘Good morning, Zurielle. How are you this morning?’ Mark asks, sipping his cappuccino. I freeze for a moment. Did this handsome man just ask me how my morning is? No man has ever asked me how my day is. I’ve been standing here gawking at him in admiration. I blush a little, and look away at Hailey who is taking orders. ‘My morning has been very good,’ I reply, happily. Mark nods and smiles.

I shake my head. He chuckles then exits quietly. As I’m closing the briefs, I hear Mark’s faint calling: “Lunch time! Lunch time!”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, male/male relationship, public sex, extreme size difference, rough sex, semi-public setting. 18+ only. Mark stood under the hot spray, letting the water wash away the sweat from his workout. It was 11 PM. late enough that the gym was mostly empty, which was exactly why Mark preferred coming at this hour. He was still new to working out, still self-conscious about his smaller frame compared to the muscle-bound guys who dominated the weight room during peak hours.

Saturday morning carried the hush of a city not quite awake. From her balcony she could hear the soft rumble of a bus two streets away, a few birds trading calls between rooftops, and the hum of the sun beginning its slow climb. She’d planned a quiet day of laundry, groceries and maybe a long bath but her phone buzzed before the first sip of coffee. > Good morning. Market run? Mark’s message was short, easy. She smiled before answering. > Only if you promise to carry the heavy stuff.

"We are still uncertain about that. But from what I can gather, Chase may have grown to become suspicious of Agent Marks. As you're both aware, Agent Marks had been undercover for some time infiltrating the Cobras. We were aware that he planned on meeting with the Cobras earlier in the evening. He was supposed to check in shortly after, to provide us with an update. However, I was informed that he also missed his check-in." "We believe something must've transpired while at their warehouse, which forced Agent Marks to change his plans." "What plans exactly? Why would Damian and Haley even be involved with that?" Jess asked. "I apologize, but unfortunately that is confidential information. The

~24 hours later~ Mark's morning began with the sunlight streaming through the blinds, gently nudging him awake. He stretched and yawned, feeling the warmth of the morning sun against his skin. Today was a special day; he was off to visit his good friend Welbeck, someone he hadn't seen in far too long. With a smile, he swung his legs out of bed, ready to start the day. Dressed in his favorite casual attire, Mark made his way to the car park. As he approached, the array of vehicles glistened under the morning sun. Mark hesitated for a moment, considering his options, before finally settling on his sleek black sedan. With a confident click of the key fob, the car beeped and unlocked, welcoming

Blown Cover Rissa’s POV Morning comes slowly in the city. Sunlight slips through the thin curtains of the bedroom window, spreading across the wooden floor in long golden lines. Somewhere outside, a delivery truck rumbles down the street. Human voices drift upward from the sidewalk. Someone laughs. Someone argues. The world continues moving as if nothing is wrong. As if there is no war building in the shadows. I wake before Mark. That almost never happens. He sleeps lightly, always alert even in rest, but the last few days have taken more from him than he admits. Traveling through the forest, moving the pack, keeping the Hunters guessing. Then the journey into the city.