Omni Man Beats Up Mark Novels & Stories

“How did you get to Von?” “His nightclub. Didn’t listen when you shut the world down.” Mark started looking me up and down, pausing at my breast. “I want a date. You have to wear something that shows off your curves and that tight little ass of yours.” He licked his lips in a way that made my skin crawl. Without even hesitating, I pulled my arm back and punched him square in the jaw. He was knocked out cold, instantly. I was pissed. Beyond livid, really. Turning, I saw the two warriors staring at me, wide eyed.

I would make it so kids screamed just by looking at him. "Well little Omega," he sneered, "looks like I finally get to kill you." "I won't make it easy," I promised. Deven's smirk dropped, replaced by a menacing glare that could rival the grinch. He bent down and again gripped my neck in his huge hand. He apparently, lacked creativity when it came to handling me. He squeezed, so tight it almost felt as if my head and body were two separate parts.

I was about to suggest a distraction when Mark intentionally rubbed on another guys genitals. “Fucker! Watch what you are doing!” His arm came up and punched Mark straight in the jaw. Mark positioned himself so after he got hit, he fell between the guards and against Joe. “WHOA!” Someone yelled out. By the time Mark opened his eyes, he was being hoisted up by the collars. “What is going on here?” “This fucker touched my dick!” The man that hit Mark was also being held by the collar. “I was walking to see the wolf! I didn’t touch shit!” Mark spit out. He struggled against the hold but I could tell it was a feeble attempt.

The only woman who bestowed attention on him, the woman who made him feel comfortable, the woman who always stood next to him. Adam regretted ever living. He regretted ever calling Brian daddy. "If that's so.... Then I can kill this bastard." Adam stood up, tightened his grip on his hand until the finished books turned white, the man with red face approached Mark suddenly then punched his face with great force. considered very strong. Mark fell down, the man's head hit the floor, Mark was indeed older than Adam but Adam's body was much stronger than Mark, their heights were even different.

“What, explaining this humiliating sh*tstorm before you leave is below you now? How do you expect me to preserve my dignity after all the crap you’ve put us through, huh? Huh?! Oh, we all know that you Tremonts are part of the 1%, the frickin’ ultra-rich elites, aren’t you? So, you fancy that privilege gives you people the right to terrorize anyone you like whenever the mood kicks in, huh?!” Mark struggled against her grip, but the woman suddenly seemed possessed by an inhuman strength—it was as if she was trying to make sure he could never leave even if the effort killed her. Utterly vexed, Mark erupted, “Let me go! I’m in no mood to squander precious seconds with you!”

He growls at me while I chuckle. “What’s wrong Mark? Don’t have the strength to beat me,” I egg him on. He runs full speed at me and jumps trying to land on my back but I just swing my arm behind me hitting him. He flies across the field land hard. He gets up again and charges. I quickly shift back. “That’s enough Mark,” I say but he doesn’t stop. Daniela steps in between us. “Enough! You weren’t stronger than Derek before what makes you think you can beat him now.” Mark shifts back.

Mark asks mischievously. "What... what are you-" Before I can finish, his lips crash onto mine. My body stiffens. A wave of panic crashes over me. Oh no. I'm having another panic attack. But suddenly, Mark is ripped away from me. He hits the floor hard. Hovering over him-his chest rising and falling with barely restrained fury-is a beastly looking Zander. His claws are extended. His fangs bared. Atlas is on the surface. And he is livid. ---

I could see him clearer now through the bars…leaning out his beat-up sedan, face red, pounding the steering wheel. Andre and Matteo burst out of the house, guns already drawn, the rest of the crew right behind them. They fanned out as we hit the gate. Mark opened his mouth again…probably some bullshit plea…and Jaxon launched. He vaulted the low side barrier like it wasn’t there and landed on Mark before the bastard even finished his sentence. One second Mark was standing, the next he was on the ground with Jaxon on top of him, fist slamming into his face with a sickening crack.

The man couldn't believe they had faced the Royal Dragon's son. If they had known from the beginning, they wouldn't have dared to lift a finger! "He's quite noisy," Regis grumbled, annoyed by the interruption. Without being asked, Mark quickly acted and knocked the man unconscious to stop him from annoying his boss. "Hey, what are you doing?" Amora scolded, shocked by Mark's action. But Regis's assistant said nothing and resumed his task of dispersing the crowd, who were still busy taking pictures for social media content.

Once this was done Mane swung his fist towards Elder Dominic’s groin. “Extreme Burst: 1st Strike,” Mane exclaimed, depending on one of his oldest techniques to do the job. His fist was engulfed in a faint white light as it smashed into Elder Dominic’s groin, causing the old man to scream in pain as he was sent flying into a building several hundreds of meters away! *Boom*