Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Mark chuckled, “Because right now, as we speak, Dare is in our custody. He’s all chained up like a prisoner, and I can guarantee you that he isn’t leaving here alive. He won’t be saving anyone.” The murmurs quieted almost immediately. They believed him. Of course, they believed him. Mark had planned this too well, manipulating every piece of the puzzle to ensure there was no hope for escape—for either Dare or me. I felt my knees start to buckle again, but I forced myself to stay upright. The humiliation of being paraded in front of these monsters was bad enough; I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me collapse. Then, with a sickening cheerfulness, Mark continued. “Let’s start the

Fred asked. ‘Better than before.’ Mark wrote down. “That’s great.” Fred said. Mark, an ex-mercenary, he got posted to the army and served for a while before being released dishonourably and thrown into jail for disobeying a direct command. Upon release, he got a job by political aspirants as a mercenary in taking down their rivals. He had completed lots of jobs and was paid well but got tired of killing people for a living. Fortunately, he came across Fred, who was hiring at that time, and he talked to him. They worked something out, and Mark was put through a series of test to test his loyalty, to which he passed. Mark had become a main part of the team ever since then and had enough experi

I stopped breathing; all I could do was nod my head as I got out of the car. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. The sun had already set for the day, but I was still very comfortable in the little amount of clothing that I had on. This “party” was a homecoming party. My husband's best friend Mark had been sent to prison when he was only sixteen for shooting another boy in the head in what was thought to be part of a gang violence epidemic that the city was dealing with. He was now twenty-three and had successfully pleaded a case of self-defense. This “party” was for two and I was a present from my husband to get Mark back into the game. I stopped for a minute and tried to remembe

Where all Jonathan could smell was sea water and fish guts, they were lucky he had smelt worse or there would be an issue with his gag relief. "We have orders, and we will follow them." The demon snapped at Jonathan who merely sighed as he flexes his fingers. He frowned annoyed when he couldn't even get a spark going, he loathed the mark that must be engraved on the straps that were keeping him immobile. When he got free these demons would be spatters on the floor and he would enjoy every second of it. "How did you get through my shield?" Jonathan tried a different approach and hoped these demons were like all demons of this class. Very prideful and always quick to brag about their achieveme

Mark declared with conviction. While brainstorming at the office, Mark was startled by a text message from an unknown number: *"Miss Courtney Bagaskara ordered me to do it. But I don’t want to go to jail. I was just following orders. I’ve sent evidence to the Bagaskara Group office addressed to Mr. Mark. Please forgive me for what I’ve done. I swear never to commit such crimes again. Our brief conversation reminded me of my late mother. I couldn’t forgive myself if I caused another mother to die. Please forgive me."*

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

In her horror, she suddenly heard a cold and stern voice, "Stand up." Arista was startled, her forehead covered in a cold sweat as she sat up. The woman outside the labor camp was coldly staring at her. "Levi..." Arista was about to say something, but she saw another pair of eyes looking at her. She tilted her head, and behind Levi was another man with black hair and a red robe. A rescue soldier! Those two words twinkled in her mind. The demon head had indeed found a rescued soldier to help! However, upon closer inspection, Arista suddenly felt she couldn't smile. Even if she was ignorant of the outside world, she recognized the fire-shaped mark on this man's forehead—exiled Lycan.

Every slight movement causes a spike of pain to lance through me. Then, the brand. I reach a hand automatically towards my abdomen and flinch. A sharp pain shoots through my skin, and I gasp. It burns- not the flesh alone, but my entire soul cries out as my fingers graze over the letters branded into my abdomen. Damien's Property. Silent tears run down my cheeks. How? How could my life have come to this? Just earlier today, I was a bride, and now I am imprisoned in a cage like a dog.

"After killing my friend, you have the guts to live happily?" "Kill?" Candy frowned hard. "Oh you haven't heard? Mark was stabbed in the prison you sent him to. He was stabbed by his cellmate," Candy didn't know what to say; this was unexpected. Her eyes widened in shock. Mark is dead? "Answer me," the guy made to touch her, but a strong hand grabbed him tight and hard, definitely going to leave bruises. Diego pushed him down to the floor. "The fuck?" the guy snapped as he stood. Another guy that was with him held his shoulder.

"Hands up!" Mark's face turned pale as he looked at Yos. *** The next day, Alex visited the prison. The prison officer provided a small room with a table and two chairs. Alex waited in the room until an officer brought Markus in with his hands in handcuffs. Markus looked at Alex, surprised by the arrival of the disabled man. "Are you willing to sell your business to me?" Alex asked directly. "I can get you out of this prison as a bonus." "I'm not guilty!" Markus yelled angrily. "I've been framed, and I know it's you who did it." In reality, Markus didn't know. He was just trying to vent his frustration.