Muichiro Marked Novels & Stories

I belatedly realised that we were the object of curiosity for a lot of passersby. I hesitated, but picked it up after giving the brooch back. “Who are you?” I asked as I lifted the cup to my mouth. “By the way, you can sit. It’s a bit…awkward,” I added, my gaze darting about. He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s alright. I’m Vladimir Romero.” That name…I’d heard it before... somewhere. Then it clicked. Vladimir Romero. CEO of Blackstone Enterprises. A name that often popped up in business magazines and newspaper headlines.

Please forget me. From, Mariko

Gift box? I quickly googled Jack Profaci. Of course, Fake Mark was a liar. The real Jack Procafi was one of Chicago’s top millionaires and he had flown into the country with his pregnant wife to celebrate Mario Bianchi's 57th birthday. Of course. It all made sense now. “Ma'am?” They asked again. Before they whipped around, I slipped into a room. “Ma'am?” I heard their panicked voices. “Do you think we lost her?” Geege asked in a whisper.

I called her name out loudly, but she didn’t hear. I waded through the crowd to catch her. I chased her through the road. She was heading for the Moon Chamber. I was only meters away from her. I won’t lose her again. A large patch of trees was before the Moon Chamber, with leaves all turned yellow, falling in the air. The she-wolf stopped before a tree, looking above. She was wearing a white coat and a scarlet scarf. Her hair was not pinned, cascading naturally over her shoulder. I wanted to greet her. But was reluctant to disturb her.

Sage Pov The tension in the penthouse was a physical thing, thick and heavy, like the air right before a thunderstorm. I sat opposite Mark at the dining table—the only piece of furniture that survived my earlier fit of rage—watching him pull up encrypted files on his tablet. The earlier fury had settled into a cold, lethal focus, and I knew that meant war. "The old man's name is Domenico DeLuca," Mark stated, his voice low and devoid of emotion. "He is the architect. Vincent was just the muscle who inherited the name."

My heart raced as I scrambled to pick everything up. "I'm sorry." Matteo's gaze darkened. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he just got back in his car and drove off. He did not even notice that he had stopped the car at the very edge of pack territory, in a desolate field. I could not get a ride, so I had no choice but to drag my luggage and keep walking. Suddenly, several dark figures blocked my path: rogues. "A female all alone out here in the plains? How lucky are we?"

"You can treat me anywhere not as extravagant as here." "You are special." Marco pronounced. They ordered sashimi, otoro or known as fatty tuna, and kanpanchi (yellow tail) Little while later the food was served. "The guy in the office what's his name.?" he asked. "Marcus Reinards. Why? " Hillary questioned back. "He likes you." he retorted. "He is my friend. Nothing else." Hillary cut him off. "So that does mean I had a chance?" Hillary pulled a deep breath.

JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER ‘AND ON HIS RIGHT, WE HAVE MICHAEL MARKOVICH’ Marius, the occasional driver of Nicolas Amato pointed blandly at the punk seated at the lanai, sharing a cigar with the boss. The Armani suit clad guy turned twenty-four last year getting his trust fund after his father’s death and while he was new in the game, Michael Markovich was pretty well known. A business man on the outside and a shady arms dealer on the inside. AND LIKE Nicolas Amato, the Feds had nothing on him but rumors and the regular witnesses that disappeared before they could take a stand in court.

The sacred light of the Moon Goddess altar bathed me in silver as I stood there, the pack's recognized Luna. My gown shimmered with moonstones, and I waited for Alpha Joshua Ford to complete the marking. "Joshua, do you swear to take Nicole as your mate, to stand by her side for all your days?" The priest's voice was solemn and reverent. Joshua opened his mouth to answer, but then his gaze snapped to his phone. His face went pale in an instant.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”