Saw Mark Hoffman Novels & Stories

It was just an incredible, joyous connection. I saw him. Who, Daniel? Yeah, I saw him, too. He was the guy who dropped the ax when it was his turn to do the chopping. Big mistake. Huge. No, I really saw him. As he truly is. Her voice shook. He was so beautiful. Oh, that. Chi tossed his head, annoyed. I recognized him. I think Ive seen him before.

But then it happened to us. I almost lost my wolf that night I was slashed with a silver dagger. The pain had been unbearable. At first, I was terrified. But over time, the pain dulled. The fear faded. I went numb to it all—until even torture became just another part of life. And someday soon, I would join my parents underground. That night, I returned from bartending later than usual. The door to the study was open. Chase was inside, working. I paused at the threshold, staring down at the fresh scar across my hand. The one I got tonight when someone shoved me to the ground and my skin scraped against the bar floor.

Dad is roaring with laughter. “I love that,” Dad holds his side as he laughs. “That is brilliant.” Everyone is staring at their Alpha. “Who the hell is Patrick Swayze?” I ask Mark in a low mumble. “No fucking clue,” Mark answers in a whisper, but takes out his phone and does a quick g****e search. “Whoa.” “You are hotter than him,” I say. “Not by much,” Mark shakes his head. “I seem to lose the hottest contest wherever I go.”

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

Miles Keaton burst out laughing after seeing Rohan’s appearance. “Harvey York! “Do you hear that?! “This man is Rohan Hoffman! “He studied law back in university! “If a professional like him claims you’re guilty, then you’re nothing but that!” Harvey looked at Rohan while completely ignoring Miles. “Young Master Rohan, right? “Do you really have evidence to prove that I crippled Kalel Hoffman?” “So, it’s you…” Rohan sized up Harvey before recognizing his face. The two previously bumped into each other in front of the Robbins family’s manor entrance.

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

"Just tired, I guess." She nodded, but her eyes told me she didn't believe me. She opened her mouth to say more, but the door swung open, and Derek walked in. His expression was smug, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Markos wants to see you again," he announced, his tone dripping with disdain. "Don't keep him waiting. And remember, Hazel, you're not as special as you think. You're just a pawn in his game." His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I pushed the fear aside. I couldn't let him see how much he affected me. I nodded and headed back to the penthouse, my stomach twisting with anxiety. What did Markos want now? Hadn't he said enough already?