Star And Marco Novels & Stories

"You see how this is going. Leo is going to give me bits and pieces, and Marco is going to take bits and pieces of you while he does it. By the time we find the marina, you won't have enough fingers left to point the way." "Fuck you," Rico spat. I nodded to Marco. "The torch. Under the chin. Slow." Marco grinned. It was a terrifying, hungry look. He picked up a small blowtorch and clicked the igniter. The blue flame hissed, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "No... no, wait!" Rico’s bravado finally cracked as the heat neared his skin. "Okay! Okay! It’s the Blue Bay Marina. Pier 14. He has a yacht there.

Marco ordered, his face mere inches from hers as he pulled a complex knot tight against her sternum. Jennifer opened her eyes, her vision already blurring at the edges as the heady, euphoric rush of subspace began to pull her under. Marco's dark eyes were entirely unshielded, completely consumed by a blinding, territorial pride. "You are breathtaking," Marco rasped, his knuckles brushing against her cheekbone. "Every mistake, every triumph. You belong right here, in the center of us."

Who do you think Marco was talking with, and what is he(they) planning? Ciao!

Jazzy's people, asked Marco to move faster, his slow movements tortured the woman, she even moved her body so that the alpha realized he was too slow. "Your wish is my command my Luna," Marco said and he moved faster. Until Jazzy felt like she was about to explode, Marco was still pounding her fast… they felt like they were going to fly together because of the kaleidoscope sensation they produced… Jazzy swore she saw the stars in the sky, or… was it just her imagination? "I will come ..." Marco whispered, his movements crazy. "Me ... Too!" Said Jazzy, her hand gripping Marco's arm, maybe her claws are very sharp ... because she could see there were a few splashes of blood coming out of the a

Who was Marco and what did these people plan to do with me when they transport me out of the country? ***

Charlotte stroked Marco's hair calmly as he tried to control his breathing. She hadn't imagined her first time with him would be so intense. She had imagined many times that it would be a romantic night, after all Marco was romantic as far as she remembered. This Marco now seemed to be anything but a lover of romance. But it hadn't been bad, on the contrary, it was delicious and as much as she had dreamed of something different, she wouldn't trade it for what really happened.

shouted Marco loudly. However, it seems that Marco's dream of bringing Caterina home to his base is just a dream. He was defeated by Leo and Alex until he could no longer stand. His eyes also couldn't be opened because of the many blows to his face. Leo stood next to Marco and placed his feet on Marco's stomach. “Do you have any last words to say, Marco?” Leo asked with a sharp grin.

"What's wrong with this proud hockey star? Suddenly holding a gun and pointing it at me. How scary." "You're scarier than anything in this room," Marco replied. "Look what you've done to her, you coward." Marco stepped forward, his shoes stepping on the broken glass on the floor. Both hands gripped the handle of the gun steadily. "Don't move. One small movement from your bastards and I'll pull the trigger straight through your heart."

I whisper, my voice breaking. The room falls silent, the weight of my words settling over all of us. Marco is gone. ##########

It's only been a few weeks since he and Vans got married, but there won't be a wedding because the woman she loves left him. "It's disgusting. It's all a big joke!" Marco shouted loudly in the darkness of the night. He hit the bottle again. We were about to leave the side where we were standing when the foot of get drunkenness hit us, he was not able to balance his body. It plunged down into the depths of the sea. It struggled to float but when it raised its head, it was met by a wave Marco was never able to get out. It feels short of breath. In his mind he saw Vanessa's smiling face. It also smiled despite the gradual loss of consciousness.