Star X Marco Novels & Stories

We sit by the fire and i try to roast a marshmallow but it always burns. "Here, let me help you" "Okay." "You take the marshmallow , wait a little and then cool it a bit so that your hand doesn't gets burned and then remove the outer layer and eat it. Here I did this . Eat it" "Hmmm, this is so good!" "I know " We eat some smores. It gets cold so we leave to go to the car . Harry is holding my hand all the way to the car. We both enter the car. And harry leans in .

Inside, I kept repeating the words: “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.” This was how it should be. I would chase my dreams, and Luna would be free to enjoy the life that made her happy. What I didn’t know was that at that exact moment, Amber looked up as the car sped past. As she caught a glimpse of me, she muttered, “What the hell…” “What is it?” Jason asked, puzzled. Amber ignored him, pulled out her phone, and tried to send me a message. A red exclamation mark appeared: [Message failed to send.]

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.

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.

"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."

"Seven weeks. It's Axel's." "Good," Marco said. "Name it Carmen. If it's a girl." "You'll name it yourself," I said. "When you're better." "Em," Marco started. "No," I interrupted. "Don't talk like that. Don't give up." "Not giving up," Marco replied. "Just, realistic." His eyes closed again. "Marco?" I called. But he was unconscious. I looked for Axel. Found him outside. Sitting on the steps. Staring at nothing.

An excellent example of what Marco could expect. The transport shuddered, started to slow, and dropped toward the ground. Marco saw the tops of palm trees, the flash of white battlements, and the X that marked the fort's landing platform. There was an intercom, and he touched a button. "This place has an airport, doesn't it? Let's land there."

Marco’s reply came almost immediately: Marco: Fine. I’ll be there. Satisfied, Sade put her phone on the nightstand, turned off the lamp, and closed her eyes. Sade, on her way to Rock and Roll McDonald’s in her Camry, texted Marco once she made it. After ordering a basket of wings and a soda, she found a booth near the window and waited. She spotted Marco’s grandmother’s black Malibu pull into the parking lot. Marco stepped out, his expression a mix of annoyance and confusion. He walked in, scanned the restaurant, and approached her table.

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.