Muichiro Mark Novels & Stories

Every night when my father wasn't home, I would trot to the backyard of her house and sit on the little swing they had built for Selina and Alden, waiting for my aunt to find me and take my hand back to the room. "Woh, of course, they're all good, Selina and Alden haven't after school yet, you'll see them in a while," my aunt said cheerfully, hugging my shoulders, "Tony is still working at the pack office.. too many things happened, the patrol, there's a shortage of people. But don't worry, he'll be back to meet you after dinner." "Come in, you need a cup of tea and a good rest." Auntie turned her head and walked into the house, —- d*****d h***s a****n

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

He walked toward his swivel and offered her to sit in the chair in front of his desk. "So, you are Mariko Saito. Please to meet you." Ethan offered his hand for a handshake, which Mariko gladly took it. "So, you are the legendary and undefeated youngest agent on your team." Mariko awkwardly smiled. "I am honored to work with the famous Mafia Lord," Mariko praised her, which made him laugh. "Don't be silly, young woman. I am no longer a Mafia Lord." He shook his head while chuckling. "May I know why you ask to see me, Sir?" Mariko bluntly asked.

'I got this' I assured him. "Would you like to tell me about your mate?" I asked changing the topic. "What has that got to do with this?" He asked. "Is she tall and beautiful? Dark haired? kind and sweet?" I teased him waiting for a reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He struggled to break free from the chain but it only burned him more. Something told me it was silver. "She is dead" he lied. In the book I was reading when the mate of a mated wolf dies the mate mark begins to slowly fade. But his was still burning.

but it didn’t. "I can’t feel my wolf," I said, looking into his dark eyes under that condescending look of his. "Just tell me what I have." "It’s a very unusual case, but everything points to a forced or incomplete mark... the process severely injured your wolf." "But he didn’t force me, I wanted it!" I blurted out right away. Lorenzo hadn’t marked me by force. I’d wanted him to. "Calm down, Mrs. Greco. I’m only saying those are the symptoms, but the whole clinical picture is very unusual. How do you feel in response to Patriarch Greco’s pheromones?"

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

Devil told her that if she hung out with me, it made things worst. But those things never hurt me as much as it hurt me to see him with other girls. After I got bitten, I felt a strange connection with him. It felt like a magnet was trying to pull me to him every time he was near. The tingles intensified if he accidently brushed against me. I also found him even more attractive and my hands kept itching to run through his hair or caress his face. Speaking of being bitten, my shoulder healed quickly, leaving a small crescent shaped mark behind. I found it weird, but oddly beautiful at the same time. It looked like a birthmark. The mark was right were my neck and collar bone met.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

Their howls died into silence, leaving only the rasp of our breathing, the stink of blood, and the broken bodies around us. Marek appeared at the treeline, flanked by his hunters. His grin was wide, proud, almost admiring. “You bleed well, rogue,” he said. “You fight well. Maybe too well.” His eyes gleamed as they fixed on me. “Let’s see how long that lasts.” And I knew — this was only the beginning.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”