Star And Marco Novels & Stories

"Thank you Marco." Hillary waved goodbye. From Hillary's office window Marcus witnessed Hillary and Marco as they separate ways. "Where's Marina?" Hillary asked when she arrived in her office and spotted Marcus waiting. "She went to her station." he replied. "Alright." "How well do you know that guy?" Marcus interrogated her. "Who? Are you referring to Marco?" He nodded. " He is my business partner Marcus. I need to pay courtesy. It is my only way to keep running the business and beside he saved me last time."

"I don’t like waste." "Liar." One corner of Marco’s mouth lifted. "Maybe." Leo hated that smile. It made every threat sound polite and every polite thing sound like a threat. "What do you want." "To see if you’ve calmed down." "I haven’t." "I noticed." Marco set a new tray down on the table, steam curling from the bowl. He didn’t push it toward Leo. He just left it there. Leo stared at it. "Where’s my sister." Marco’s expression didn’t change. "Alive."

So I think now would be a good time to start discussing landing, I said. Drace chuckled. I'm pretty sure you'll ace that just like you've aced everything else about being a dragon. I'd still like the knowledge though. Sacred stars. Thane, look! Tove said, cutting over my response to Drace. What? I looked over to see him pointing. I followed the length of his front leg. He was pointing at what I had to assume was the United States. Near the dots of the Great Lakes, just to the right and slightly below, was what looked like a huge pearl.

The chips had been staked, the drop was today, they had 2 co-ordinates, one was at lekki, and the other at a relatively farther location, it was the same time, they had the location, they were ready to intercept, the guns were loaded, their hearts crossed, today would be the day, Fasting had to be stopped.

"Forget it. I won't let Elena near her. We’ll find another way." ​Before I could respond, the heavy doors of the wing burst open. It was Marcus, Noah’s lead security detail, and he looked like he’d just come from a literal war zone. His tie was undone, and there was a streak of soot across his forehead. ​"Alpha," Marcus panted, looking at Noah. "It’s the Holdings. It’s Silas." ​Noah stood. "What Happened?"

Marco responded with a sharp nod and swiftly started organizing the proceedings. Marco remained behind to personally welcome the rest of the guests. As the other Airbuses touched down, Princess Coralie emerged at the door. Her gaze was immediately drawn to Marco, who stood there with a courteous smile. She found herself instantly captivated by the handsome Alpha-son, radiating confidence and charm.

“Now you have them.” Rico instantly tried lunging at him, but Marco’s men grabbed him tightly before he could move far. Marco’s laughter only grew louder, echoing through the empty field so harshly that birds nearby scattered into the sky. “And I’m starving for a game,” Marco said, scratching roughly at his hair. His eyes slowly moved toward the wooden boxes before returning to Rico. “So we’ll play one," Marco said in a sinister tone. Rico stopped struggling. Something cold crawled down his spine. Marco smiled wider. “It’s called…” he paused dramatically, “Save A Loved One.”

"That's a lot." "We've got time to figure it out." We kept walking. Waves washing over our feet. Stars overhead. Perfect. The wedding approached. Marco arrived two days early. Bringing Marcus and Rafe with him. The house filled with noise. Laughter. Brotherhood. It felt like old times. Before Victoria. Before the nightmare. "This place is nice," Marco said. "Peaceful." "It is," I agreed. "You happy here?" "Very." "Then why leave?"

Marco’s reply came almost immediately: Marco: Fine. I’ll be there. Satisfied, Sade put her phone on the nightstand, turned off the lamp, and closed her eyes. Sade, on her way to Rock and Roll McDonald’s in her Camry, texted Marco once she made it. After ordering a basket of wings and a soda, she found a booth near the window and waited. She spotted Marco’s grandmother’s black Malibu pull into the parking lot. Marco stepped out, his expression a mix of annoyance and confusion. He walked in, scanned the restaurant, and approached her table.

"Come here brother.” Etienne’s apparition trembled, perplexed. Reflection-Lila’s targeting faltered. Marco—the Marco—stood solitary in the middle confronting the crowned iteration of himself. Reflection-Marco hovered a bit above the floor with a tablet revolving like a satellite red code streaming from his scars, like waterfalls. “You intentionally left the door ajar " the double stated, voice layered with a thousand subway announcements. "You aimed to play the hero. I merely completed the task.” Real-Marco’s hands trembled,. His voice remained firm. "I wished for my family to be protected. Not this.”