Star X Marco Novels & Stories

Brandon screamed as he rushed up the stairs, his thunderous footsteps echoed through the two storey penthouse, he burst through the door "out! Before you find my secret stash" He continued "Secret stash? What secret stash? " Tyler asked clearly amused by his best friend "If I tell you it won't be a secret anymore now, will it? " He asked with sass "Spill for a pack of Costa biscuits" I bargained His eyes lit up and I knew he wouldn't reject my offer " My secret stash is filled with belongings of celebrities I'd fuck if given the opportunity, now give me Costa " He rushed out in one breath

Max grumbled. “Are you in that big of hurry to die?” Marco returned the smirk as he circled his prey. “You aren’t wolf enough to kill me.” Max taunted. “Actually, YOU aren’t wolf enough.” Marco allowed Jax to surface and joined with him. Marco’s hand shifted into a claw, and he swiped at Max’s chest cutting into his flesh from his left shoulder down across to his right pelvis. “Did you think you really you were going to get away with taking the most important treasure in my life!” Marco growled slashing again, making contact with Max making him hiss again as his blood flowed from his chest.

Soline gasps for air and Marco licks her breast. "My place or yours?" Marco asked. "Yours," Soline said without hesitations. "You should ride with me, call someone who will get your car," Marco said worriedly about her Maserati. "Don't worry, someone will bring that to your place so I can use it to go home" she said while dialing her driver's number. Marco opened the passenger's door of his rover for Soline and when she was already seated he teasingly put her seatbelt on.

Marco sat a seat behind her, fiddling with a deck of playing cards, trying and failing to act casual. “So,” Marco said, voice too loud for the mood, “I’m thinking if we make it back from this alive, I open a beach bar in Tulum. Cheap drinks, no guns, no Russians. I even serve mojitos with little umbrellas. Anyone in?” Silence. Emilia offered a weak smile. Isadora didn’t even blink. “Maybe if you stop talking, the chances of survival will go up.” Marco raised his hands. “Jesus. I’m trying to cut the tension here. We’re flying straight into the devil’s playground and you all look like you’re going to a funeral.”

Marco’s gaze swept over the scene, quickly assessing the damage. But then, something caught his eye. Gaia. She was lying on the ground, her face pale, blood pooling beneath her. For a split second, Marco’s heart stopped. “Gaia!” he shouted, his voice cracking as he sprinted toward her. He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands hovering over her trembling body. There were two wounds—one in her belly, another near her chest. The sight of the blood soaking through her white wedding dress sent a sharp pang of panic through him.

"Honey!" After realizing that Roxanne was dead, Marco's eyes were filled with a menacing and bloodshot rage. He glanced up and unleashed a guttural scream. In a flash, he ascended into the air and bellowed, "Kill him! Attack him all at once!"

Gab was about to say something, but his words and mine overlapped. “We will need Doctor Shannon for Marco, right?” I cut Gab’s words off. “For Marco?” Gab stiffened. “Macoy, do you need anything? I will ask Matt to bring whatever you might need. Tell me,” he spoke with his eyes never leaving Marco’s face. “I am fine. But if he can, tell him to bring me a bottle of his strongest liquor. I think I need a booze or something to calm my nerves,” Marco answered. “Are you sure that is all?” Gab asked again.

"Who's your snitch?" Marco smiled. He pulled his feet up into the seat. Shifted up and back so he sat perched on the back of the chair. "Wouldn't you like to know?" "Yes. That's why I asked." Nia's voice was flat. Marco preened. "You're not the only one with a good mouth, Pet." BANG! Marco fell off the back of the chair. Once my ears stopped ringing, I heard Marco shrieking. The guy was screaming so loudly, it made me think he'd give Amara a run for her money in the temper tantrum category.

He whispered quietly, barely audible, “Hold on for me, princess. I’m coming.” The night dragged on with painfully slow hours, each minute passing like a test of endurance. But Xavier never left his seat. He watched the small blinking dot on the map, that single fragile link to the woman he loved. Every blink felt like a heartbeat, like Cynthia calling out to him through the distance, urging him to hurry. He kept his eyes open even when exhaustion clawed at him. At 4:58 AM, Marco approached him. “We’re ready.”

Before the situation could get worse, Marcus arrived in the blink of an eye, protecting me from the attacks of hostile wolfies. He put himself between us and, with a fierce look, ordered them to retreat. "Enough!" he said, his deep and authoritative voice. "Stella is part of this pack now, and I will not allow anyone to hurt her." The wolfies hesitated, but ended up retreating, aware of Marcus' strength and power. He stood firm, making sure they moved away before turning their attention to me.