Muichiro Marked Novels & Stories

Mark uttered in an irritating tone. “He is human like you, take yourself in his shoe.” “Hey, he can never be a human like me and I would never be in his shoe.” Mark warned in a dreadful tone. “It's okay.” Michael said while suppressing mark down. Michael asked them to help lift Baron Musk, but they all refused. The fisherman volunteer as him and beta Michael took baron musk and strides back into the forest. “Hey you are not trying to bring this rubbish to our abode right?” Mark mind link.

Jake has touched the lion's tail! "Sir!!!!!" Richarlison rushed into the bedroom Mark was panting, "The black axe mafias'are on their way here.... They'd kill you on sight! Your only immunity against them is the silver ring or you at the military base!" "I know!" Mark responded... "We have to go..." With that said, they left hurriedly and when the black axe mafia arrived, they found nobody but their Intel told them they were going to be here, except there is a mole amidst them who would have informed him we were coming...

“There’s more. The tattoo on his wrist.” Dante straightened. “What about it?” “I’ve seen it before,” Marco said carefully. “Years ago. In Milan.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “That group was dismantled.” “So we thought,” Marco replied. Dante stood. “Call Luca.” Luca arrived minutes later, tensed. “You should hear this,” Marco said. Luca listened quietly as Marco explained again, his expression darkening with every word. “So Mark wasn’t behind the hit,” Luca said slowly.

Mark sighed. “I understand Maurice, take your time..." “I am always here, so you can come back when you've thought it through" he continued, bringing out a card from his drawer. “Here's my business card, I'd be waiting"

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

saad nito ng mabuksan niya Iaabot niya sana kay Marc ang susi pero bumaling siya saakin at saakin iniabot "S-salamat" tumango lang ito habang si Marc ay tuluyan ng binuksan ang tindahan at umunang pumasok. Malaki ang tindahan ni Nanay Rosi kaya pwedeng pumasok ang namimili at mamili. Pumasok rin si Hugo at namili ng makakaing chichirya. Nilapitan ko si Mario at binulungan "Hoy sino yan?" Pabulong na tanong ko kay Marc

Audrey replied. As the Scribe was led out, Mara stepped forward from the shadows of the doorway. She had been listening in silence, her young face set in a mask of cold calculation that mirrored Audrey’s own. "He’s lying, Mother," Mara said, her voice low. "I saw his cylinder. It wasn't just a scribe's tool. It was a mapping device. He wasn't here to talk; he was here to measure the density of the Void-Mist. They’re looking for a hole in the smoke."

These two had access to information one could dream of, information that if it fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic for a lot of people. Marco Santoro, otherwise known as the ghost. Marco is a silent type you see, an elusive figure that isn’t seen, but always leaves a mark. A mark that’ll most often leave you with a gaping hole in your head. He oversees the syndicate’s covert missions, including, but not limited to kidnapping and assassinations. His eyes are always hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it impossible to read him.

I even threatened him, saying, "If you dare betray me, I will have my brother banish you from Darkwood Pack!" My brother, Lucian Wilson, was the Alpha of Darkwood Pack. Chris was his Beta. Under Lucian's pressure, Chris eventually married me. But in this life, his cruel suggestion no longer stirred any emotions in me. Chris stared at me in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something more. "Fiora—" Before he could finish, the gunshot signaling the start of the hunt rang out. Warriors from every pack rushed into the forest-covered mountains. An hour later, Chris returned with his catch.

“It was just a one-night stand. That’s all.” But as I moved toward the mirror I froze. There, on the curve of my neck, etched into my skin was a mark. My eyes widened in horror. Azrik marked me.