Novel & Cerita One Piece Marco Phoenix

Tonight, it smelled like desperation and cheap whiskey the stench of men trying to claw their way back from hell. He was already waiting when I walked in. Marco. Once my equal, now a ghost wearing a borrowed suit. His cufflinks didn’t match, and his shirt collar had a crease that screamed he’d ironed it himself. His smile was too eager, too stretched across a face that had lost its confidence. He rose when I approached. “Damien Wolfe,” he said, forcing a laugh. “Still punctual as ever.” “Marco.” I sat down across from him. “You look alive. That’s more than most can say.”

I gasped, nearly dropping the silver fork in my hand. I turned to see Marco, Vincenzo's cousin, leaning against the massive buffet cabinet. He had a charming, easy smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp and calculating. Unlike Vincenzo, who carried himself with a quiet, dominant gravity, Marco felt like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. "Sir," I said, quickly bowing my head. "I didn't hear you come in." "Clearly," Marco said, taking a slow step toward the table. He picked up a polished spoon, examining his reflection in it before putting it back down. "You're Alessa, right? The new maid."

But I was no fool, I knew that this expression was not one that came with happiness or grace. “Come closer,” Luna Isobel said. “I didn’t call for you to stand like a statue.” I did, holding my breath for one second before I forced myself to be composed. Her eyes dropped immediately, to my collarbone, my neck, where the marks Marcel had left were impossible to miss. She stared for a second longer than necessary, lips thinning. I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me.

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

For if there was one thing that Kairo knew, or thought he knew, it was the fact that the big fight lay ahead. Somehow, some way, the isolated pockets of resistance such as the one Marco had established would have to be connected, coordinated, and supplied. Not something he could accomplish alone. Marco spotted the general, crossed the tarmac, and rendered a salute. Kairo returned it, said, "You look like shit", and motioned toward his command car. "Come on. I'll buy you a drink". Marco frowned. "Thanks, sir, but I have a lot to do, and..."

A man who looked like he was in mid-fifties stepped out of the shadows, smirking beneath the low light. The aura surrounding him was dangerous, with a long scar trailing from left eyes to his chin, like as if it was caved with a knife. "Your little toy here was promised to me, remember?" Alexander's arm tightened around me. "You'll have to kill me first Marco." The man I now know as Marco's smirk widened. "I was hoping you'd say that." The gun he was pointing went off, sharp and deafening. Alexander's body jerked against mine, a low grunt escaping his lips.

The kind of silence that happens after the pin is pulled but before the explosion. "Found you," he whispers. He doesn't raise his rifle. He lowers it. He slings it over his shoulder. He pulls a knife from his vest—a serrated hunting blade that glints in the red emergency light. "Don't shoot her," Marco commands his men. "I want to carve the debt out of her myself." He steps toward me. He thinks I am the girl who served wine. He thinks I am the girl who stood in the rain and let men sell her.

Vince came to stand beside her, hands in pockets, posture a soft bracket. “You all right?” he asked, quiet enough to belong to a kitchen table at midnight. She exhaled. The breath felt like surrender and claim both. “Yes.” Marco joined them, wiping rain from his brow with the back of his hand. “He had a Maretti mark,” he said. “Yeah,” she said.

Even though the document he was viewing was finished with the screen and the computer turned off, he still sat facing the thin black screen. Sometimes Marco has to travel the world to control all of his business octopuses, he is a pack leader with dozens of businesses in various parts of the world. This time he will go with Jazzy. He will do what Alpha Xander suggested to him. He intends to seduce Jazzy so badly that she gets drunk with his affection… and in the end… accepts it as a whole. Marco hopes ... after his return from Greece someday ... he can have Alpha and Luna status.

“Are you his girlfriend?” He smirked. “If you want, we will let go of him. But you will replace him. You looked foreign, are you Japanese? I haven’t tasted Japanese women. I would be glad if you’ll let me.” Marcus looked at her, with his eyes half open. “Leave me here, Mariko. Don’t bother to save me. I’m okay. Save yourself.” Mariko rolled her eyes in annoyance, then she scoffed. “Fine. Let him go.” Mariko said.