Star X Marco Novels & Stories

Lucas stammered, his voice faltering, "we've been friends for years. How could you betray me like this?" Marco's gaze narrowed, his hold on the gun tightening. "Friends? Is that what you think we are? I have no friends." Emma took a step forward, her voice trembling with anger. "What do you want from us? Are you working for the Maddox?" Marco's smirk returned, his eyes darting between Lucas, Emma, and Tina. "I don't work for anyone. I have my own motives, and they were falling into place until you three showed up." He turned to gesture at Tina, "And with her."

Was greeted happily by Jayden and Nara. "Come on, go home!" Ivanka sat at the front. Nara and Jayden sat on the pillion. the motorbike driven by Ivanka was moving at a moderate speed. Ivanka is quite careful when carrying passengers, let alone carrying Nara. "Wow, this is so much fun." Jayden almost spread his hands if not prevented by Nara. "Don't be like that, Uncle! You'll be hit by another vehicle later, you know the taste, you know!" "It's been so much fun. It's like flying!" Reply Jayden.

Anaya responded, “Are there any people you know named Scar? He killed someone dear to me. Please, if you can, help me in any way.” “This is just between us, right? I don’t want any trouble,” she said, looking side to side. She said, as I agreed, “I don't know this Scar guy personally. Nevertheless, I met a man named Marcus, who was his low-level man. He worshipped that Scar guy. According to him, Scar was planning something big and he would stop at nothing. I don’t know anything else.” “Do you have any idea where we can find Marco?” she inquired.

I pressed, my fingers drumming on the armrest, my mind racing through potential pitfalls. Marco nodded, pulling a tablet from his bag, the screen illuminating his face as he scrolled. “Bribes are distributed—port officials, border patrol, even a federale captain. Routes are clear; we’ve got decoys running interference. The jet’s fueled, crew vetted. You’ll land, meet Reggie, and oversee the transfer. No red flags.”

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.

"Ha ha ha , i'm serious" I smile and look at harry and he looks right back at me with his charming smile and i think that this time ,if i fall, there will be someone to catch me . I think I should let go for once and let the universe take me where I'm supposed to go. So i do that and forget my fears and I lean in and kiss him with all of me . Someone honks nearby breaking our kiss. harry clears his throat and says . "So I was thinking starbucks , we can have donuts or something? "

“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve always been proud of you. “And don’t hate me, Luna. I wasn’t there for much of your life, but I hope you’ll become brave and responsible…” My smile faded. Then came Luna’s wailing cries, crashing through the silence like shattered glass. And I heard so many voices from that mountain, from the countless lights across the land. They were proof that I had been here, that I had lived. And for that… My journey in this world had been worth it. … Epilogue - Amber Sky

And then, ahead of them, in the farthest recesses of the cave, something glowed faintly—a soft, ethereal light that shimmered like the moon itself. Sena’s breath caught in her throat as she saw it. There, in the center of the cavern, embedded in the rock, was the first fragment of the Moonmark. It glowed faintly, the light pulsing with an almost sentient rhythm, as if alive, waiting for someone to claim it.

I made an abrupt stop as I sighted a shiny SUV at a corner of the pathway. It was a weird thing to see such sophistication in our world. Clearly put, it's rare to see any rich folk in our slum world. Seeing this got me instantly intrigued to know what the occasion was. The voices coming from the car got my attention and I found myself walking towards it. The voices grew louder and I recognized them to be owned by a male and a female, respectively. “I paid for you, slummy bi*ch, so don't you try to play smart with me!“ The aggressive baritone thundered and a loud female cry followed.

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.