Star And Marco Novels & Stories

The man replied. "But the shopping isn't done yet!" "Whatever! Anyway, I'm going home now! i'm tired!" Nia's husband answered with a lazy face. Nia couldn't believe Donnie would be like that. finally, reluctantly, Nia called her children and took them home. Their faces look scrunched up with sulking. Donnie paid him no heed. Ivanka stopped her vehicle at a meatball stall. Nara and Jayden waited while guarding the motorbike parked outside. the air started to feel warm, Jayden wiped his sweat.

Vince came to stand beside her, hands in pockets, posture a soft bracket. “You all right?” he asked, quiet enough to belong to a kitchen table at midnight. She exhaled. The breath felt like surrender and claim both. “Yes.” Marco joined them, wiping rain from his brow with the back of his hand. “He had a Maretti mark,” he said. “Yeah,” she said.

Marco was crying, tightly embracing Marcus. "What's wrong? Why are you crying, my dear?" I asked, genuine concern in my voice. "Mommy!" Marco exclaimed, rushing towards me as soon as he saw me. "He had a nightmare," Marcus explained, standing at a distance near the sofa. "Mommy, I dreamt that you and daddy were dead. Someone had killed you. A dark, monstrous shadow!" Marco cried out. "Take a deep breath, my love. It was just a dream, alright?" I reassured him calmly.

Isabelle cut him off. Across the estate, the mood was just as grim. Marco sat in his office, the city lights bleeding through the window behind him. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up and a glass of untouched bourbon on the table. Alessa stood beside him, quiet, her face fixed on the skyline. “This was supposed to be our night.” Marco said finally. His voice was low but anger simmered beneath every word. “A symbol that we were back in control.”

"Aren't you gonna reward us a little for this awesome escape trip." Same thing I thought in my mind. "Mmmm," was all I could say. Marco's thumbs were tracing my nipples. They stood up erect, making me moist. I sighed happily. I could see the stars. The imaginary stars. "Baby, give us a little joy," whispered Marco, licking my earlobe as he continued caressing my breasts. “Ahh-hhh.” I moaned. “I really missed this,” my voice cried out in a little whisper. “Worry not, it's back. You will be having more of us.” He whispered into my ears giving an air of assurance.

I could feel the sweat beading at my neck, soaking my back and forming along my hairline as Marco’s beta began to speak. “Today we witness the joining of Marco of the moon wolves and Brooke of the Sun wolves in a bonded union, bringing strength and order to these lands. The beginning of a bright future with many blessings that will ensure and protect the lives of each and every member that resides here today”. He announced as I gulped and tried to subside my heavy and shaky breaths.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

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.