Star And Marco Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Adamo smirked coldly. A crowd is gathering now, a few maids, a couple of hotel guests, all staring at the scene unfolding. Marco’s voice drips venom. “You think this is funny? I should’ve fucked your best friend longer. Hell, that's why I fucked her in your car!” I don’t flinch. I don’t cry. I’m done. I step around Adamo, my eyes locking with Marco’s. He smirks, expecting weakness. Instead, I square my shoulders.

Mar… MarMar… marco… Faster, I want you faster and rough, he turned her immediately and inserted his d**k from back and his d**k full inside of me. I think I love this more, he pulled my hair back and started pumping fast into me, he spanked me and started going faster, I feel like I was in cloud now and he went faster and faster till we both cum. I was so tired, before closing my eyes I told him I will always be here for you marco, I love you. Marco's POV:

"What? What are you talking about?" Marco continued, his face as hard as stone. "My father threatened to kill her if I didn’t marry Gaia. I had no choice. I had to do what I could to keep her safe. I got married to Gaia to protect her... But after the wedding, I found out that some other group attacked my father’s men and took her away. She's missing. Gone." Grace stumbled back a step, her hand flying to her mouth as her mind raced to comprehend what Marco had just told her. "No... No, that can’t be true." Her voice was barely a whisper, disbelief etched into every word.

"Aren't you gonna reward us a little for this awesome escape trip." Same thing I thought in my mind. "Mmmm," was all I could say. Marco's thumbs were tracing my nipples. They stood up erect, making me moist. I sighed happily. I could see the stars. The imaginary stars. "Baby, give us a little joy," whispered Marco, licking my earlobe as he continued caressing my breasts. “Ahh-hhh.” I moaned. “I really missed this,” my voice cried out in a little whisper. “Worry not, it's back. You will be having more of us.” He whispered into my ears giving an air of assurance.

He looked at her as if he was crazy, had lost his mind, and continued excitedly "I am also convinced that she is the only one who should be my mate, we are both complete to each other." And again she really felt pity for him, in the end Marco is someone craving for love, if he had found someone who truly loved him, maybe he wouldn't have been like this "You don't understand Marco, Astraea is Xavier's mate, and she loves him, no matter what happens and whatever happens." He looked at her angrily, how dare she say such words, Astraea belongs to him

“You’re mine.” Marco groaned. “Ours, Santiago. Stop acting like you killed a dragon and claimed her body. She was destined not only for you! It was clearly written in the stars” “I would kill that dragon,” Santiago replied, eyes still locked on me. “Gladly.” I almost short-circuited. A groan left my lips as I fell back into the bed. “You two are impossible,” I muttered. “And you love it,” Marco teased. I used my palms to cover my face. This couldn’t be my life. This could not be real.

He caught my arm before I walked away and brought his lips to my ear. "I'm eagerly expecting whatever seduction skill you have up your sleeves. Don't disappoint me, feisty vixen." He whispered in my ear, and a wonderful chill crawled down my back. And when I thought the game couldn’t get any more fun. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~ "Enjoy your fake pampered life, b*tch. Very soon it will all be over." Marco spat as he limped past me. 'What happened to him? Did he get into a fight?' I thought, eyeing the bruises littered all over his skin, and I shrugged. 'Not my problem. He can jump off a cliff for all I care.'

Marco, his face stained with tears, his small body trembling. "Marco, please," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper. "Go now!” But Marco wouldn't budge. He looked up at me, his big brown eyes filled with fear and confusion. "Leave!" Mika roared again, her anger palpable. She took a step towards Marco, his hand outstretched.

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.