Star And Marco Novels & Stories

These two had access to information one could dream of, information that if it fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic for a lot of people. Marco Santoro, otherwise known as the ghost. Marco is a silent type you see, an elusive figure that isn’t seen, but always leaves a mark. A mark that’ll most often leave you with a gaping hole in your head. He oversees the syndicate’s covert missions, including, but not limited to kidnapping and assassinations. His eyes are always hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it impossible to read him.

It was beyond incredible and I could hardly believe that we were really there. Gina had fallen asleep against Marco’s shoulder on the plane. The way he tenderly held her all of those hours and the tender way he brushed his fingertips across her slightly bulging stomach spoke volumes. I don’t know what his hang up was, but Marco loved Gina. It was as clear as night and day. Marco was an incredibly handsome man with a rocking body. But he seemed to not realize it. He had a birthmark that affected one of his cheeks, but it did little to take away from his allure.

"Marco. Get your group ready and take the chopper to Rome. Find Martino and protect him. Bring him back as soon as possible. I expect it to take a few days, but don't let it pass two. If you encounter any problems, I give you full permission to use your powers to get out of it. But try to be discreet; I don't want any news leaking out." He hung up after that and then his hands snaked around my waist, pressing me further into his chest. "What can they do?" I found myself asking. "Marco… he's a firecracker. Literally. His anger is insane. Somehow, that translated to exploding blood."

"Cookie?" Kai shook his head. Marco ate it whole. Didn't even blink. "Jade's almost here. She texted." He squinted at Kai's hair. "Is that still glitter?" Kai dragged a hand through it. A small shower of gold landed on his shoulders. Marco grinned. "The Spirit Walk claimed another victim." "I'm never volunteering for anything again." "You won't have to." Marco crumpled the bag. "Three weeks and we're out."

-Imanol proposed. -I'll pass. -Marco immediately protested. -What's going on? -You can have fun, not me, until I know where my pretty girl and my children are, I'm not going anywhere. Marco feels very sad, he doesn't even want to leave the house and that's why the group of friends has come to keep him company. Finally, the friends made a decision to put an end to the whole lovers' affair. They put a substance in Marco's water bottle and soon he was fast asleep. They put him in one of the cars and drove to that house in the mountains where the air was fresh and pure.

“We have an abandoned site by the docks, boss. It checks out.” I looked back at Alex. “If you’re lying, whatever happens next will make tonight look like a gift.” Alex nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face. “I’m not lying. I swear!” “Good,” I said, stepping back. “Marco, Take two men with you, it's just 10 minutes drive from here..” After twenty minutes, a call came through and I picked it. "Mark is dead" Marco says over the line. "He's dead"

He just sat there, calm as ever. And that calm? Way more terrifying. Marco was in love, he would give the one the whole world. But once he was done? He'd let the world burn down without blinking. I reached for the door. It wouldn't open. "Marco," I said, trying to stay steady. He just stared at me. Voice smooth. "Ree, let's stop this. Let's just be together." Is he a psycho? The standoff finally cracked with a call from the police.

Obviously, the two packs weren’t exactly good friends. “Lani, do you want to sit with us?” Jade asked with a friendly look on her face. “By the way, this is Stacy,” she pointed to the girl next to her. “You met all the boys already, right?” “Not me. I’m Warren,” Channing Tatum look alike cut in. He had a deep voice, but it was smooth. I shook his hand and introduced myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damon shift from one foot to the other, looking uncomfortable. Warren smiled at me.

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”