Star And Marco Novels & Stories

The desperate need to claim each other. Marco's mouth moves to my neck, kissing along the column of my throat. Then he finds it, the hickey Ares left and Marco pauses, his breathing harsh against my skin. Then he bites down hard, right next to Ares's mark. I gasp, pain and pleasure mixing. "If you won't choose," Marco murmurs, his mouth still on my neck, "then I'll just have to make sure you can't forget me." He sucks hard, leaving his own mark deliberately next to Ares's. Claiming territory and making a statement. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher.

TWO MAXIMILIAN POV “The Guns lands tonight boss, and The Red Hand cartels are planning on attacking us tonight and stealing from us, what do we do boss?” Marco my second in command turns to me, his eyes are filled with panic, despite the tattoos covering half of his face, he always looked up to me for advice

"Well, Rocco was married to Sarah. Rocco Salvadore was like Marco. Head of his own mafia under the Cosa Nostra, he wanted Marco to fail and used his sister to try to achieve it. Of course, though, Rocco was quickly murdered. His wife ran as she had lured Hannah to her death." Why are you hiding something, Marco? "Has Marco mentioned me or anything?" I look at her, waiting. "Just you're his guest. He wants to ensure you're protected and happy while you're here. Although whispers say, he likes you more than his typical guest." She giggles slightly. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She points at the ring. Rolling my eyes, I take it off and throw it onto the side, her eyes widening. "Not anymore." "Be

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

Marco replied. "Alright, you take care of everything and just dispose of the car you're driving now. Replace it with a new one," Marco said, making Pedro simply nod obediently. Marco was then startled as he realized that danger might be lurking. However, Marco was leaving Letta alone in the park, prompting him to quickly turn back and run towards where Letta was waiting. Marco felt foolish for being lax for a few moments, and his steps halted. Similarly, Pedro, following his master, looked anxious as the seat that Letta had previously occupied appeared empty. Marco's heart raced, worried about what might have happened to Letta.

​ANG TAGUAN NI MARCO ​Hindi sila dumeretso sa AXL Towers. Sa halip, dinala sila ni Xander sa isang abandonadong shipyard sa Cavite. Doon, sinalubong sila ng isang lalaking may pilat na sa mukha at may bitbit na mabigat na baril—si Marco Santillan. ​"Xander! Aria!" sigaw ni Marco sabay yakap sa kanyang matalik na kaibigan. "Akala ko ay tuluyan na kayong naging French royalty at kinalimutan na ang dugong Pinoy."

The storm was here, and they would either stand and fight or be swept away in its wake. --- Later that day, the rebellion’s forces assembled, a motley group of survivors, rebels, and outcasts who had come together under the banner of the Moonmark. The camp was filled with a tense energy, everyone sharpening weapons, preparing supplies, and setting their sights on the battle ahead. Each person knew what was at stake, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all of them.

I had cried and caused a scene—at one point even pointing a gun at Fiora's head, threatening to drive her out of Novaris and make it impossible for her to survive in Arinthia. Marco, the proud Don of the DeLuca Famiglia and the ruler of the criminal underworld of Novaris, actually kneeled before me. He told me he would end it once and for all. He claimed it was a temporary lapse in judgment. He swore he would send Fiora to the western side of Arinthia and cut all ties. I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the mirror back then and chose to give Marco another chance, but now, I wanted nothing more to do with him.

“If they try anything funny on the ship, this number has one button. It won’t save us, but it’ll make them regret it.” Rob nodded and tucked the phone in his waistband. “Grazie.” Julian looked at me, then back at him. “She’s tougher than you, you know.” Rob smiled, but it didn’t touch his eyes. “I know.” Marco appeared in the doorway. Bald, scarred, silent. He looked like he’d killed twice before breakfast. “Let’s move,” he grunted. We followed, hand in hand, our rings catching the flicker of dying candlelight.

I hated that even after almost two years, we still didn’t know much. "We know Marco came from the Shadow Mountain pack originally, but we can’t talk to them. We know he used the drug we were trying to develop to knock Elora and Aeryn out, plus most likely Leia’s parents. The rest of the staff was asleep. We know Marco lied and had a temper when things didn’t go his way, but not much more. We've hit a bit of a dead end." I said.