Older Jack Marston Novels & Stories

The old lady looked at the old man in the portrait and murmured, “Master Marcius’s name is Marcius Stark, and he’s a native of Coleham. He later began cultivating longevity and called himself Longevity Master. Master Marcius is the honorific name the Jenson family use to address him.” “Marcius Stark...” Charlie muttered. He had not heard of this name, but he was not very surprised either. The painting itself seemed to be very old, and the old lady’s family had been passed down for sixteen hundred years. It was not surprising that the person in this painting was someone from ancient times.

Having him come home with her would mean the world. "I just want you." She gave him another quick kiss before standing back up. "I didn't know Jake wanted you to play Santa." "That makes two of us. I'm going to kill him." Marc got up and stretched, his back popping. “I'm the youngest guy at the fire station and they have me playing the oldest. I've been hit on by everything from a two year old to her great-great grandmother. I feel like I need a drink, a hot shower and you screaming my name for the rest of the night to get over this."

"I don't think Zhoron will like me squeezing into his house," Jackson said casually. "Good. I hope he bites your dick too," Marct said. "Wouldn't you like that?" Jackson smirked, not deterred by the mere comments sent his way. Marct gaped at him, swatting Jackson's arm as best as he could with Ginger still clinging to her. "Jesus Christ, this is what I get for dating an old man," Marct groaned, slumping against Ginger.

CHAPTER 75 Sutton _Present Day “Hey, are you doing okay?” Mark asked as he slipped his arm around my ever increasing waist and kissed my temple. I nodded, shaking away the memory of the last time I had been to Otterville Town Days with my mother. It almost seemed like a lifetime ago. I lifted my face for a kiss, which Mark happily supplied. “I am wonderful, just waiting on Martha with the shirts.” Martha, my former arch nemesis, was a woman in her late seventies. She was married to Earl, a man who for years I had thought was a drunken fool that crashed at my trailer when his crazy wife had town him out.

"What are you two doing here? I thought you had given this," old Mr Martini said with a frown on his face, making him appear even scarier. There was a snake tattoo just below his neck, proving that in his youth, he was more than just a regular man. "I was just showing my daughter-in-law my artwork, and it appeared that she shared my interest in art." Despite the harsh way old Mrs Martini spoke to them, her tone was soft; they were truly made for each other, one like fire and the other like water.

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