Star And Marco Novels & Stories

It forced cargo to reroute unpredictably. Which created delays. Which created costs. Which created doubt. Exactly what Marco wanted. Alessandro turned toward Elara. “We need to stabilize those companies.” She nodded slowly. “Yes.” But she also knew something else. Marco wasn’t finished. Not even close. Across the city, Marco D’Ambrosio received a message from his strategist. Southern corridor partners showing signs of stress. Marco typed a single response. Good. Then he looked out at the city once more. The Orion system had survived its first attack.

he asks and I slowly nod, still confused about his sudden presence in my house. Marco moves swiftly and Rick yells in pain, crumpling to the ground. “How dare you?” he yells. “You dislocated my shoulders.” Marco merely turns towards my startled parents, totally ignoring Rick who is writhing in pain. His gaze sweeps through the room and falls on the strip which is on the table. He stares at it for a couple of seconds before he addresses my parents. “My name is Marco. I’m the man that impregnated your daughter.” “What?” Richard yells. “Rick is…”

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.

No one spoke, no move. Lucien felt war within. His wolf couldn’t keep still. Her scent filled his lungs, intoxicating and impossible to ignore. The hunger. The need. The desperation. ‘Touch her. Claim her. She is ours. Claim her!’ His wolf, Varn, thundered through his mind. Lucien’s jaws clenched, and his fingers formed into fists. They stared at each other for long seconds, trapped in the moment—until a voice broke the silence. “Son” Alpha Mark called gently.

Instead, I turned toward the high windows, where early moonlight had begun to pierce through the clouds. Astria pov “ Careful with that basket, Astria. If Father’s tomatoes roll away, I’m blaming you and the moon.” I laughed, balancing the load on my hip. “If they roll, I’ll chase after them myself even if they head straight to the Alpha’s gate.” Mariah snorted. “Imagine that headline: Omega girl barges into Alpha territory over runaway tomatoes.”

Another memory claws up from where I tried to bury it. My wedding night. The room was dark, shadows everywhere. Agora took his time, stripping me down like I was something to carve, not love. His hands, his mouth, all cold. No warmth. No kindness. Then his teeth. He marked me fast. His canines were tearing in while he whispered against my skin, blood running hot. “Now you’ll never escape me.” My wolf shrieked, fighting, but his mark slammed the door on her, quieted her down to nothing.

Moretti, I wouldn't have come back at all. That day, I was just about to head out when Mr. Moretti called. "Ms. Esposito, things have become somewhat complicated. Marco still won't consent to the divorce. Furthermore, the villa caught fire the day after you departed. Marco is now homeless and using his misfortune to garner sympathy. Public opinion has completely swung in his favor." While I was in Vantrea Island, I hadn't paid any attention to what was happening online. Never did I imagine that something like this could happen.

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

Roy snapped his head back to Marco as his voice go s but higher, sarcastically saying “ Oh, you're just figuring it out now. Good for you, I was starting to wonder if our uniforms were not obvious or you were just blind.” “ Roy!” He ignored Marcella and kept on talking, “ For your information, we are truly Navies,” Marco just kept a bored face as Roy was speaking, “ and she is...” “ Roy look front!” Before he could turn, Marcella took hold of the steering wheel turning it to the right sharply and fast, the car swerve to the right, and she move the shell to the left bypassing the deer that stood in front of them in the dark. When the car has maintained the straight lane, Marcella left the wh

Mara raised an eyebrow and looked out the window. "What do you want from me?" Mara was very fierce and she just wanted this Keren lady to go straight to the point. "I like your attitude and like you, I also love to hit the nail on the head. Here is the thing" Keren was beginning to make sense to Mara finally. "I'm listening" Mara finally looked at her. "I deal with other things, smuggling them in and out of the country and I would need your help to do that" Keren was blunt.