Novel & Cerita Star And Marco Fanfiction

I was still speechless when Skye continued in a soft voice as she was starting to doze off. “I am not going to deny saying I also enjoyed it and I would even wish to do it again and again, like Marco would do when he goes on night outs with you, but I guess I am not as bold and brave as men do when it comes to such matters. But the last time Marco went out and I was awake when he got back home, we agreed that if I ever want to do it again, I could ask him and he promised he will help me out instead of relying on my battery operated boyfriend. Then things happened and Marco is unconscious. I guess I will have to wait until he gets better. Even if someone else, like you, can do it with me, I a

Marco was crying, tightly embracing Marcus. "What's wrong? Why are you crying, my dear?" I asked, genuine concern in my voice. "Mommy!" Marco exclaimed, rushing towards me as soon as he saw me. "He had a nightmare," Marcus explained, standing at a distance near the sofa. "Mommy, I dreamt that you and daddy were dead. Someone had killed you. A dark, monstrous shadow!" Marco cried out. "Take a deep breath, my love. It was just a dream, alright?" I reassured him calmly.

“Which girl? I don't know what you're talking about.” “Don’t play dumb. You know I mean Amara. I kept fucking you while you play house with her.” I froze. “You don't have to worry,” Marco said smoothly. “Amara and I…. It’s nothing serious. Just a fling.” The words slammed into me—just a fling. The stranger pressed further. “And what if this fling leads to pregnancy?” Marco laughed. Laughed. “Pregnancy? That would never happen. And even if it did….. I’d never marry someone like Amara. She doesn't fit my status. I need someone like you.” His voice dipped lower, followed by the wet sound of a kiss.

Her voice was coy, her lips curling into a seductive smile as her fingers trailed down Marco’s chest. Marco gave her a sideways glance, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he reached up to lightly caress her hair. “What do you want?” he asked lazily, his voice full of disinterest. He clearly found her persistence amusing but tiresome. Malia’s eyes gleamed with ambition. “I want you to publicly announce me as your lover,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. The moment the words left her lips, Marco’s expression shifted, his amused smirk vanishing as a cold, calculating look took over. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly pushed her away from him, his face twisting in disgust.

"Marco was very distracted today because he kept staring at you. I have no idea what he sees in you and why he just won't let you go but you should know that he is mine. You better not dream about getting him back.." "I would rather jump into hell. I have no intention of getting Marco back. You can keep him to yourself, that is, if he'd be able to erase me out of his mind first." Yes, she knew what kind of person he was. Marco never liked to lose. Whatever he thought he owned, he never could stand anyone taking it away. She saw how he looked at her too. Evelyn was livid at this point. What was she trying to say? That she had Marco wrapped around her finger?

It was as if the darkness had heightened their other senses, allowing them to feel the connection more intensely. Marco’s feathery touches on Antonio’s body sent a spark of sensation within him. Pushing him to the bed, he bit his lower lip and whispered, “You’ll Regret making this decision. I’m not someone you want to mess with. I can be dangerous.” Antonio clicked his tongue as he stood upright and was about walking away when Marco gripped his jacket with surprising strength. His face red from all the drinks he guzzled down so aggressively back there. “I know you want me. Stop being so stubborn,” Marco dared, bringing his finger to his lip.

Naya said sharply. “Oh, forgive me,” Serena drawled, clutching her stomach. “Did I wound your pride? Well, as long as it doesn’t hurt as much as my coochie right now, I don’t want to hear it. I swear he is never touching me again. Good thing I told him it was once.” Naya’s lips twitched, caught between disbelief and amusement. She simply nodded to let the girl believe her own words. “So you really won’t do it again?” Her eyes slid toward the fresh mark on Serena’s neck. “With that mark on your neck, I don’t think you’ll have much choice.”

"No, it's not about that. I just wanted to let you know that I gave breakfast to the guards. Is that okay with you?" Marco's gaze remained on her, meeting her sparkling blue eyes. "It's okay," he said. Definitely queen material; no wonder his mother liked her. She was kind and lovely. Unfortunately, his heart couldn't return the love she felt for him. It would be a difficult, loveless marriage they were headed for. Stacy swallowed her toast, looking thoughtful. "Thank you." "I just hope you're safe with that girl," she added, and Marco couldn't help rolling his eyes at her comment. He remained silent, which worried Stacy even more.

Having to watch his twin brother being favored a whole lot more than him. But that doesn't excuse his current behavior now. Marco pointed toward the boxes. “So now I wanna know something," he said, his grin slowly returning. “When everything is stripped away…” he whispered, “who matters most to Rico Romano?” Rico’s jaw tightened painfully. Marco looked completely gone now. Completely lost inside his own madness. “You’re insane,” Rico muttered again. Marco smiled wider. “Maybe," he replied, and his thumb pressed lightly against the timer in his hand. And it started counting down.

I cut in sharply, “because I promise you, you’d lose.” She said nothing. “I’ll tell you something else,” I whispered. “Marco’s going to marry you. He swore on it. And he always gets what he wants. We Falcones always get what we want.” Still no reaction. She stared at me, calm, and it made my blood boil.