Star X Marco Novels & Stories

"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.

“Wait—what?” Even Xavier’s brows furrowed slightly, his phone lowering. “Romance-themed?” Marco’s smile widened, clearly enjoying our reactions. “Yes. Holding hands, soft gazes, leaning in… maybe even a kiss for one or two shots.” I felt heat instantly creep into my cheeks. “A kiss? Marco, are you serious?” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “You’ve both signed contracts. And—” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and began scrolling. “Let me show you something.”

Marco ordered, his face mere inches from hers as he pulled a complex knot tight against her sternum. Jennifer opened her eyes, her vision already blurring at the edges as the heady, euphoric rush of subspace began to pull her under. Marco's dark eyes were entirely unshielded, completely consumed by a blinding, territorial pride. "You are breathtaking," Marco rasped, his knuckles brushing against her cheekbone. "Every mistake, every triumph. You belong right here, in the center of us."

Marco needs to chill. “Fine,” I say. “Besides, he said he trusts we can handle the situation if things go sideways,” Mateo adds. Marco nods reluctantly and walks back to his car. As we approach the airstrip, the headlights catch something ahead. My breath catches when I see it: sleek, powerful, and gleaming under the runway lights. Even from a distance, it’s breathtaking—silver and radiant under the faint moonlight, its sharp, aerodynamic design exuding elegance and power. Its lights glow softly against the pitch-black night, and it’s a sight to behold.

Looking up at Marco’s side profile from below her lashes, she took a tentative sip of the drink, taken aback by how good and sweet it tasted; her mind instantly sidetracked from her emotional state. “Did you know,” Marco spoke softly with his forearms resting on his kneecaps and his gaze out the window, the moonlight pouring in and softening the edges of his face. “You can’t actually see a million stars on a dark night. Despite what media says, you cannot see a million stars anywhere, there would not be enough space nor would they shine as bright. On a good night, a person with twenty-twenty vision can see up to two-thousand-and-five-hundred stars at one time,” Sofia looked out the window at

She was oblivious to his mood as she stared at the tv watching her favorite movie. The three-year-old was now tucked into bed which left us alone in our bedroom. He sat on the foot of the bed staring into space. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts. 'Be his peace be his peace' repeated over and over in my head. My own little mantra. He was under a lot of stress, and I really didn't want to add to it. "A few days ago, Jax came home with some new information." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to me. I looked at it and uncrumpled it quickly. What I saw made my blood run cold. I was staring at a picture of myself and Amelia from my fa

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.

He sank beside Lilly and I, his hand shaking visibly as he tried to steady himself. "Marcus, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He glanced around nervously before leaning in close. "I saw something," he whispered. Lilly’s eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean?" she whispered. Marcus's voice trembled as he recounted the terrifying scene he had secretly witnessed. "I was hiding in the shadows, my heart racing, as the guards dragged a screaming slave into Romain's lair. Romain was in his wolf form, bound in chains, but his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity. As they entered, he unleashed a blood-curdling howl, the sound sending chills down my spine.

Anastasia retorted, her voice choking. "Eat, I promise I'll make the food you like as long as you eat it," Maximilian said. "I should cook for you, a woman should be able to cook, right? If I want to try cooking, would you like to taste it?" "Of course, with pleasure. I can't wait to see how a star cooks for a simple man like me," Maximilian said. Anastasia finally smiled, "You are a wonderful man, Max. I'm not a star anymore either, they say I'm a fading star and my time is up."