Muichiro Marked Novels & Stories

Blood still leaked through the makeshift bandages on his torso. “How much farther to the safe camp?” I asked, my voice echoing off the stone walla. Marcus, limping ahead of us with a small group of survivors, glanced back. “Another two miles. The old mining outpost. It’s fortified and hidden. Elowen’s people are already securing it.”

Michael continued, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and sympathy, "Despite his best efforts, Swiftclaw has consistently thwarted Marco's attempts. Swiftclaw's evaded him, frustrating Marco's every move. There was a certain time that Swiftclaw almost kille Marco but Marco escaped, and Marco has been on Swiftclaw’s tail eversince" "Despite Marco's best efforts, Swiftclaw has managed to consistently evade him," he said, his words a testament to the challenges Marco had encountered. Swiftclaw's cunning and elusiveness had been a formidable opponent, a reality that had undoubtedly frustrated Marco's every attempt. My heart constricted as I pictured Marco, determined yet undoubtedly facin

Mark sighed, closing his eyes as if trying to remember. "They brought me to a desolate area and pointed a gun at me when their phone rang," he continued. "The man answered the phone, and the frown on his face indicated that he received unfavorable news. He ended the call, turned to his accomplice, and said..." Mark looked up at Nicholas, who was standing, and proceeded with his next words, "They could kill her, but they fucking couldn't kill her. You know what's worse? Romano shot a mafia lord instead, and now they're being chased by his men."

“Myself, Marco DeLuca, and Victor Moroz.” “Marco and Victor?” Willow’s breath hitched. “They were in the circle? That explains Marco’s presence at the gates.” Roman gave a sharp nod. “I tasked Marco with the tech. Besides being a formidable Enforcer, that male is a ghost in the machine, a master of frequencies and hidden echoes. He rigged Vincent’s stone so we could hear the scratching of his thoughts even when he wasn’t projecting. As Marco holds stakes in the Vale’s northern trade routes, he was more than eager to excise that parasite from the pack hierarchy.”

I gritted my teeth looking at that handsome face that looked pale and attractive but still can't be called feminine, “Mark Louis…” He looked at me with feign surprise then placed his palm on his chest and acted like he was having an attack, “The way you call my name remains the same. Welcome back Micca, how have you been? I thought you wouldn't come back anymore?” He asked softly but what I felt was anger and disgust.

Marco said, "Oh, it is, especially since Micro-Dick came around and hurt my girl." Sam looked at Marco, her eyes narrowed. "How would you know he has a micro-dick?" Marco looked at Sam, his expression comical. "Well, look at him, obviously! And I just have the radar for these things. You know how some people have gaydar?" Sam nodded, and Lily chuckled. Marco continued, "Well, I have dick-dar, and trust me, his was microscopic." Everyone at the table laughed, even me, despite my embarrassment. Marco continued and said, "So why should we allow it?" Marco looked at Jude, his expression serious.

Mike wink at Alex and both smirk. Mark felt goosebumps on his body, he turned around in fear looking at Mike. “Hmm, I think you are correct. If everybody is dead and only Mr. Mark Taylor is alive, then we can detain as a suspect of a serial killer.” “No, everyone is not dead, one person is alive.” “What?” Alex and Mike said in unison. “Yes, there was one more person.”

(92%) “You okay?” Miu waved a hand in front of his face. “The teacher’s coming!” Then he noticed the unmistakable horseshoe-shaped birthmark on her wrist—the one the real Yamada once drunkenly showed off at a company party. Any last shred of denial shattered into dust. “I’m fine!” Takuto practically leapt into his seat, the movement so abrupt that Miu’s pencil case tumbled to the floor, scattering pencils, erasers, and stickers. They both knelt to pick them up. Their foreheads collided with a loud thunk.

murmured Lily and told the cameraman to set the camera angle rightly. Mark was on the porch outside his room and looked at the work going on. "This charity event grabs unwanted attention. Is it necessary to show our face for the first time? You know I don't like to be in the limelight," muttered Mark and then looked at Marcus who was standing beside him.

Dara said, wrapping her arm through Mitchum’s. “Well then we will do that this afternoon and not waste any time. Hey Mitchum, did you notice that your mark on Dara looks similar to Siobhan’s mark on Machieste?” I commented as I stepped closer to look at the mark. “No, to be honest I hadn’t looked that closely at Machieste’s mark. Do you think that means something?” Mitchum replied, looking at his mate’s mark.