Star And Marco Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The pain in my abdomen throbbed, grounding me in reality. I might have been an orphan once—but not anymore. And Marco had no idea the Bianca he fought so hard to win was the fake. If I used his own words… the stray was her, not me. I didn’t stop the video. His voice kept replaying, filling the room. In front of me, the Marco I once knew—the one who looked at me gently, held my hand, and promised I would never be alone—slowly blurred into the man kneeling before another woman, calling me nothing more than a pathetic, powerless orphan he kept to warm his bed.

Marco pushed her hair aside and placed his chin on her shoulders closing his eyes and allowing his hot breath send shivers down her spine every time it hit the skin of her neck. The silence around them was enough and much more comfortable, for once in all his life Marco felt passionate about a girl he didn't even know. Thinking about it now, it's like all he knew about Mariana was her name and her skills at shooting but who exactly was Mariana? Who exactly was the girl that was starting to snatch his heart away from his grip? Maybe just maybe behind the facade of a broken girl, there might an Angel who is brighter than the darkness around her all she needed was a way out.

I smacked his arm hard "Elena! Let's see his reaction after this" "You asshole.. why did you say that?" "It's fun.. you'll see" Marco smirked "He will try and find me you bastard" I know Aiden.. I know everything "That's the point.. Elena , we have to see that" "Stop here.. let's go another day" "No.. we still going" Marco smirked and chuckled "Marco! You're crazy.. Aiden wil-" "I know.. but you know this will be fun"

Still hugging Hera, Marco had a bitter smile on her lips. “If it is you… I wouldn’t regret dying…” With a stolen kiss on her cheeks, he mumbled to her ears before he headed upstairs to change clothes. “Aren’t we like a normal couple with this?” Stumps of his feet started to fade in her ears, but when here could no longer hear any sounds like that, she let her head rest on the pillow beside her. Nudging her face as she scoops herself on the sofa. “Normal couple your ass… that thing… it is so impossible for us”

“Ace will never change for you. You are living a dream, putting him on a pedestal that’s reserved for angels, but he will never have a halo. He’s fucked up and I suggest you leave now while you can.” “I care for him, Marco” I sheepishly mumbled. Marco chuckled sarcastically, “you’re too naïve, Lian, that’s why he chose you. Did you forget why he kidnapped you in the first place? You fucking look like Alexa, the girl he can’t have that’s why you are here with him.” “Do you have to rub it in?” I growled back at him defensively. “Do you think I forgot that?” “Then fucking leave, Lian!” This side of Marco is surprising to me. He’s always calm and collected. I’ve never heard him curse this much,

"Marco, stop! You’re hurting her! And the entire building can hear this argument!" "To hell with the building! And to hell with the gossip!" Marco roared, shaking my arm slightly in his intensity, his fury volcanic. "She’s marrying a rival! She’s betraying us! She thinks she can walk away with an asset that could cripple this entire city if Luciano turns it against us! She is a walking security breach we allowed to live!"

"W-wake up." Her heart was heavy as she noticed that Marco's eyes had lost sight of her. She followed his gaze and saw Cris, who was sobbing from a distance. Her heart sank as she tried to approach him, but her soldiers were holding her back, preventing her from reaching him. She felt a deep sense of remorse as she turned to Marco, held him close, and realized that it was all her fault. Her mere existence had put them both in danger, and she couldn't even give him the freedom to love Cris. Despite the pain coursing through his body, Marco struggled to muster a smile. "I-I'm happy because I was able to keep my promise to you. I have a request, can you grant it?" he asked, his voice barely abo

WARNING: This chapter contains a small sexual scene. It is midnight, cries and moans echoed around the room as two bodies were mingled together. Marco held Susan neck as he began to thrust in faster. Whimper of pain escapes Susan’s mouth as tears leaks from her eyes, at last Marco released his seed and collapsed on the bed tiredly. Susan used the duvet to cover herself as she cried silently. Marco chuckles when he hears her whimper. ‘I thought Lisa would bring a vixen to come seduce me but she brought a new recruit who can’t even bear a little pain’ Marco commented.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smirked. “Says the guy who writes Della poetry and pretends he’s not a romantic.” Della covered her mouth to hide a laugh as Marco’s cheeks turned pink. “How… how do you know that?” “I’m your Alpha. I know everything,” I teased. “Alright, you got me. Mates change us, make us whole. All I know is that I never want to go back to life without her,” Marco stated. “See, there’s that romantic,” I teased.

He dropped the box and flowers, going straight for Trace. "Leave my woman alone, " Marco said, right in his face before he all but kicked Trace out of her own home. "Marco you have no right to--" Isabel didn't complete her sentence before Marco pulled her almost making her trip on her own two feet. He crushed their lips together and crushing her body to his. He groaned as he felt her tongue in his mouth. She would kill him one day. Of that he was sure.