Omni Man Beats Up Mark Novels & Stories

growled Mark. "Hey, don't snap like that, you got to this position because of me, be nice!" exclaimed the man as he walked arrogantly toward Mark. Mark kept his gun back and took a deep breath. "As if I wanted it," Mark snapped. The man laughed, then hugged Mark, making Melody take a few steps away from Mark's back. "Hey! There's a woman!" shouted the man then let go of his arms from Mark. The man looked at Melody from head to toe, then grinned strangely.

Mark growled in regret while Jonas stood in silence. "I watched him grow, watched him slowly get strong and then I watched him turn into a beast who killed his own father and watched him turn into the beast who is now threatening to get rid of me too! And I can only cower?!" Mark yelled out his frustration. "His father was never as strong as this. I thought Dante... I thought Dante Romano would never be able to grow strong in this business but I was so fucking wrong. I want to get rid of that bastard but it is almost impossible"

RON “CLIMB IT!” I roar, shoving Zli toward the chain-link fence. “I’ll handle this bastard. GO!” Zli hesitates for a fraction of a second, his eyes flashing with a mix of tactical calculation and raw worry. “Ron—” “I said MOVE!” I bark. I don’t have time for a debate. I whip around just as the Crimson Dragon enforcer—a hulking piece of muscle named Marco Bellini’s favorite street-soldier—swings a heavy wooden baseball bat. I dive to the left, the wood whistling inches from my ear.

" With that he launched forward and introduced Mark to his supersonic punch. Instantly, everyone's heart who was scared for Mark skipped a bit. The two other grandwar master stood there, convinced this supersonic punch by their colleague should do a perfect job. If the punch actually landed on his face, he would not live to see tomorrow. Bam! Mark leisurely raised his right hand amidst the crowds horrified gaze and effortlessly stopped the grandwar masters flying punch 'Is this all you got? He mocked "H...he stopped it!" Everyone including the other two grandwar masters gasped involuntarily, excluding Owen's, he carefully watched how Mark managed to hold a firm grip on the grandwar masters a

She questioned with concern. "I lost a fang," he mumbled as his eyes rolled back as he fell backward. She tried to catch him and was able to capture the back of his head before it cracked against the tiled floor. She cried out for help as she kneeled beside him and brushed his long bangs from his face. Shallow breaths were coming out of his mouth and Sophia teared up seeing the once-viral man struggling to breathe. Otis entered the office and saw the large guy sprawled on his office floor beaten and cursed colorfully. "I will call Phil's room, hold on, Sophia," he said hurriedly and left her. Sophia told him okay as she continued checking on Faelon. Glancing down at his shirt that had ridden

"What makes her think that i will let her be for what she did to me?" Bounding through the room was Mark's voice. Following his rejection by Bianca, he has been biding his time to hold her accountable for her actions. The anguish she forced him to endure. Despite his weakness, he had fought his pack's Alpha for the Beta position, and he had nearly lost it as well. The Alpha, though, was understanding and supported him during it. Not to mention, they had been closest friends since they were little.

"Why?" She asked him. Normally she would not have cared for a reason. But now, this case was different. The man named Mark raised his eyebrows at her. "Actually he did not offend me in any way, but his luna, Nicole, was my mate and she rejected because i had a beta rank and not that of an Alpha." He said relieving her a bit. 'So Nicole was his mate... Wait she rejected him, poor him.' She thought. "So apparently in order to make her pay for the insult, I will cause her the pain of losing her mate." He said then she smiled.

Mark announced, his low, velvety rumble resonating through the microphone system like a clap of thunder. He didn't care about the live television broadcast. He didn't care about Eleanor’s furious, warning glare. He stepped right between us, his large hand snapping out with a brutal, force to wrap around David's wrist. With one smooth, terrifyingly powerful twist of his fingers, Mark forcefully broke David’s grip off my upper arm, stepping forward to position his broad chest as an impenetrable iron shield directly in front of me.

Anders growled as he lunged for Xander, but was stopped in his tracks when Mark appeared in front of him. The Omega came up onto his toes and placed his hand on the angry Bear's face, and just like magic, Anders melted. His lips tugged up as he looked at Mark like a lovesick bear. The Omega sucked a breath in when Anders reached down, grabbed the back of his thighs, and lifted him off his feet. Mark's arms and legs quickly wrapped around his mate and happily hummed when their lips connected. His breath was taken from him when Anders tongue dove into his mouth.

Too many hands. Too much weight. For the first time in years... Mark Romano was forced to one knee. Rain streamed down his face. Blood stained his shirt. Still... He lifted his head. Defiant. Unbroken. The attackers stepped back. A path opened through the crowd. Alessandro Moretti walked forward slowly, applauding. "Magnificent." He stopped in front of Mark. "I've heard stories." He smiled. "They weren't exaggerated." Mark met his eyes without fear. "If you're going to kill me..."