Star And Marco Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he says in a whisper. "No!" Cole says angrily. "You will fight it! I need you here, you're my Dom and you're my boyfriend. Without you me and Nathan fall apart. Do you remember what we were like before you stepped in? That's what will happen again if you leave. I love you both too much to let that happen." Marcus looks at the bottle then puts it on the table in front of him. He looks away from us like he's ashamed of himself. "You should just break up with me, I'm just pulling you both apart. You deserve to be happy," he says and stands up to leave but Damian blocks his exist.

“I want him dead. FUCKING DEAD!” Marco studied me for a moment longer, his dark eyes searching for any crack, any hesitation. There was none.Never will be. Satisfied, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were slow, deliberate, testing me. But we both knew there was no need. Marco and I had long understood each other. Love had no place in this game,only power. When he pulled away, he smirked. “Then let’s make him suffer.” I exhaled a soft laugh, wiping my thumb across my mouth as if brushing away the past.“I thought you’d never say it.”

-Imanol proposed. -I'll pass. -Marco immediately protested. -What's going on? -You can have fun, not me, until I know where my pretty girl and my children are, I'm not going anywhere. Marco feels very sad, he doesn't even want to leave the house and that's why the group of friends has come to keep him company. Finally, the friends made a decision to put an end to the whole lovers' affair. They put a substance in Marco's water bottle and soon he was fast asleep. They put him in one of the cars and drove to that house in the mountains where the air was fresh and pure.

One night, I walked to his study with a gift I had carefully prepared, intending to ask him about our wedding. But at the door, I overheard him on a video call. "Marco, your fiancée's been so much better. When are you going to marry Karen?" "Karen was there for me when I was at my lowest. It's a debt I have to repay. Just make sure Sera behaves so she doesn't get in Karen's way." "You seem so close to Seraphina... I thought she was going to be your wife." There was a faint amusement in Marco's tone.

" You saw what he did to the man who laid a finger on her at the party ...." “ We get it ...She belongs to—” Milo started. Marco leaned in, his voice low, lethal. “You will forget she has any ties to you And if you don’t—” He didn’t finish.He didn’t need to.Milo and his wife both ran off like dogs,their tail between their legs. Marco turned to me.One through look at me and his face softened.Distractedly,I noticed he had taken off his contact lenses.His eyes were blue again One look at his familiar face—and my endurance broke.

"Marco isn't the right man for you. He's a man without accountability. You two aren't suited for each other." Now, I truly regretted not having listened to them. The moment Marco saw me walk into the room, his eyes lit up. In all five years, I'd never dressed like this before. The truth was, his eyes held two versions of Lucia and never once me. "Chiara, if you come back to me, I promise I'll put you at the center of my world from now on." "Your promises mean nothing to me anymore, Marco. The public opinion online, your family coming after me—all of it is happening because they don't know the truth. I believe that once the truth is laid out before them, they'll all see clearly enough who's i

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

“You sure about that? Because all I see is you sniffing over Estella like she’s still the love of your life. You promised me, Marco. You said once she was gone, it would be our turn.” “Stop it,” he growled, his patience wearing thin. “No, I won’t stop!” She moved closer, standing over him. “I’m not giving birth to this baby out of wedlock. You owe me a ring, Marco. You promised me marriage!” Marco laughed bitterly. “You think I owe you? After everything you’ve done?” Her chest heaved with anger. “Don’t you dare act like I forced you into this! You wanted her gone just as much as I did!”

"Hello. I’m Willow Grant. It's a pleasure." "I know. I caught a glimpse of you at the celebration, though we weren't formally introduced. My friend here was too preoccupied with dragging his Luna away from the festivities to let anyone near her." Marco cast a smirk toward Roman, whose jaw was visibly tight at the sight of their joined hands. "That's enough of the formalities. Release her, DeLuca," Roman’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. Smirking, Marco retracted his hand and tucked them into his pockets. "Patience, brother. I don't make a habit of coveting mated females, regardless of how breathtaking they are."

Marco admitted. Bingo. He should know what I wanted to find out then. "Tell me honestly, why does Luna dislike me so much?" I asked. Marco was hesitant. He thought about it for a few moments, seemingly picking out the right words to convey what he wanted to say to me. He was always the most careful with my feelings and the most gentle physically. "She has a problem with your status," Marco admitted. "Yeah?" I prompted him. "Maybe, I should have told you this sooner, don't be mad, ok?" Marco said, giving me his famous puppy-dog eyes.