Nathaniel X Marc Novels & Stories

Sudden silence descended into the room, it felt like time had paused for a few moments. “Ah!” Malikai groaned as he landed roughly on the floor. “I'm sorry alpha but no one told me that I was getting rid of a mate mark.” “Mate?” Luca whispered. He had gone still against me. “Are you sure?” Killain asked, staring at me in disbelief. “Yes…” he rubbed his neck with a frown. “Getting rid of a mate mark is a different thing entirely. I'm sure she felt like she was being split into two.”

"She is ours." "I'm afraid not," Trevor responded. "What do you mean?" Narnia inquired. 'Yeah! What do you mean?' I pondered, furrowing my brow. "She's my mate. She's been marked." My eyes widened, stunned at his revelation. 'What the...' I instantaneously had a flashback of my time with him in his suite. I did feel a sharp sting when he kissed me on the neck. 'That's what he meant by 'We're not done yet.' Having sex with me was never his intention. Marking me must have been part of the agreement,' I reasoned quickly.

"Well I'm not entirely sure.But Ms.Natalia's kidnapper is the ruthless Marco.And Katherine has been seen moving in and out of Marco's den." "I will fucking kill her.I will..." "Umm Mr.Martin can I suggest you something? Marco is very ruthless.Instead of chanelling your anger towards your ex.Kindly focus on Natalia.She's in grave danger.I don't even know whether she's alive or dead.Marco has a very discreet way of disposing a body.No trace and no evidence.Even police has no firm evidence to arrest him." "No way....Don't you dare say my Natalia is dead." "I'm not sure sir.Needless to say Marco is a very dangerous man."

"And don't expect me to collect your corpse when you die out there!" "If you don't get back here and fix Ivy's skin, don't you ever dream of having a Marking Ceremony with me!" I glanced at the packed tactical bag on the table and the Winterborn entry contract beside it. The corner of my mouth hooked into a mocking smile. "Deal, Ethan." "I'll get lost. Far away. I promise I won't be an eyesore for you two anymore." Before he could react, I hung up. I pulled the SIM card out of the phone and dropped it into a glass of high-proof spirits in front of me.

“You make me sound so dull, Lana.” My pulse skipped. “Mark,” I said, forcing lightness into my voice, “this is Nathan Cross. Nathan, my boyfriend, Mark Bradford—the artist whose work you’re admiring tonight.” Mark extended a polite hand. Nathan took it with a firm grip, his eyes never leaving mine. “Big night,” Nathan said, the corner of his mouth curving. “You’ve got quite the eye, Mark. I’ve seen every piece in this room.” “I appreciate that,” Mark replied, stiffly. “It means a lot coming from someone like you.”

Or just an indication of his dislike for Nathan, whom Marc had met only briefly but, from all accounts, was an alpha through and through, tough, a bit of an asshole, and not welcoming to outsiders, especially non-Lycan ones. Despite the tinny sound on the cell phone, he didn't have a problem hearing Nathan's reply. "If it isn't the UV-challenged one. Darkness has fallen, and you can now come out and play?" "You would do well to watch your mockery, wolf. I am in no mood for it, and when you hear my news, you'll see why." "More dire predictions, I take it? Or just plain paranoia? We've had nothing happen over here. No missing persons. No psychotic episodes. Oh, and no army of darkness at our

“Don’t you feel like the universe is trying to tell us something?” “Yeah, to put you in your place,” muttered Amir. Dramatically, he took a low bow, his eyes trained on the tall men. “I apologize for the ruckus we caused last time. But I have to ask…” He resumed a straight stance. “What do you want exactly Markings?” Nathaniel asked with impatience all over his voice. Wood Markings chuckled and as he did, he instantly locked eyes with Chloe. “I just wanted to apologize.” Nathaniel gave a curt nod and said, as he had Chloe’s slender hand in his again, “And you have. You may excuse us now.”

However, he did not show his displeasure. Mr. Nathaniel replied grimly, “I didn’t expect Eric to be affiliated with Mark Tremont. Moreover, they’re good friends. Mark’s wife is a designer in the company as well. I’ve miscalculated this time. I don’t know if he’s trying to trick us, but if it’s true, we can forget about establishing a connection with Mark.”

Natalie The small Italian bistro downtown hums with the chatter of weeknight diners, the warm lighting casting a golden glow over the checkered tablecloths. I sit across from Mark, watching him twirl pasta around his fork. Mark has been my steady anchor since Paul first paired us together when I was still green and desperate to prove myself. We've worked our way up from covering high school games in cramped gymnasiums to sitting courtside at championship matches, and tonight happens to be one of those nights we catch up at dinner.

But he's bruises and life scars had turn him to his opposite. "Unbelievable." Ethan clapped ironically. "When I was just in the building in front, he never spare me a glance or bother to say a word to me. Now that I'm gone, he is shaking heaven and earth to get me. Wow." Hr chuckled drily. "Nathan! Get back to the Alpha mansion you must see this!" Mark mind liked Nathan. "Mark just mind linked me, something is going on." Nathan said before dating off. "Are you coming?" Gaby asked as shifted. Ethan nodded hesitantly.