Star X Marco Novels & Stories

"Are you ready to make some magic?" "I'm sure they did... and I'm ready to be in your hands. Are we starting now?" "No, my dear, but your wait won't be long, I promise. Rina's going first since she came here a bit earlier. You can use that time to do your makeup and hair. Sounds good?" Of course she did. "No problem," I lied. Marco came from Rina's trailer after giving her smiles and calling her a goddess. As our eyes met, he sent me a look that spoke volumes. He brought over a chair and decided we'd do it out here to save time. I just went along with it.

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

the tears were fighting stronger now but she continued to fight them as she crossed her arms and took a deep breath. “We wanted to adopt you.” Maia looked up at Mr. Sween whose eyes had only become more kind. “We want you, Maia. I know your past father was... something. We won’t discuss that right now.” the tears were freefalling now. “But I want you to know that me and Marie, my wife, want you. We chose you. You will never have to live in fear of being treated that way ever again.” Mr. Sween reached out and gently kissed the top of her head, causing Maia to lose control and break down in tears.

"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."

Their eyes drifted to the star-studded night sky outside the window, their naked bodies tangled together under the covers. “Do you believe in miracles?” Cassandra asked softly. She laid her head on Marc’s chest, pointing at a twinkling star above. “I do,” he whispered. She looked up at him with that dreamy smile. “Then I believe my waiting won’t be in vain. One day, we’ll be married.” Just then, a streak of light blazed across the sky—a shooting star. --- “I want everything you can find on this woman,” Marc said, his voice sharp as steel. He slid a photo across the table to the man in front of him.

Sunlight reflected off the water as Calleigh and Gabriel took the motoscafo, a Venetian private water taxi, from the Marco Polo Airport. The September weather was bright and warm as they crossed the lagoon, passing by the Piazza San Marco and the Rialto Bridge on the way to their hotel. Italy… Venice… Memories started to pierce his heart. Gabriel had never expected to return here again. But he said to himself that sometimes a man had to change the cards in the middle of the game.

My stomach flipped again. Marco’s voice softened just enough to steady me. “You did what you had to do.” The two Rossis near the Hilux shifted. One of them pulled out a flashlight and clicked it on. The beam cut through the night, sweeping slow across the grass. Marco pulled me even closer, his lips right near my ear. “Listen to me. There’s no way back now, Sarah. We go forward.” I gritted my teeth. Forward. I hated how true it sounded.

"You see how this is going. Leo is going to give me bits and pieces, and Marco is going to take bits and pieces of you while he does it. By the time we find the marina, you won't have enough fingers left to point the way." "Fuck you," Rico spat. I nodded to Marco. "The torch. Under the chin. Slow." Marco grinned. It was a terrifying, hungry look. He picked up a small blowtorch and clicked the igniter. The blue flame hissed, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "No... no, wait!" Rico’s bravado finally cracked as the heat neared his skin. "Okay! Okay! It’s the Blue Bay Marina. Pier 14. He has a yacht there.

But instead, all I could do was lean closer to her. "No, baby," I lied. "Papa and I won't let anything happen to you." Across the aisle, Alejandro caught my eye. His face was a mess of bruises with blood dried at the corner of his mouth. Marco emerged from the cockpit, leaving his men at the controls. The plane dipped lower again, causing the cabin to tilt. Through the window, I could see glimpses of a dark, murky water below—it is a swamp stretching endlessly. "Enjoying the view?" Marco asked, pointing toward the window. "Beautiful, isn't it? All those alligators and crocodiles down there, just waiting for a midnight snack."

Noticing Marco’s weird movements from the rearview mirror, aldo sat up a little. He glanced over to the side window, he looked but failed to see what Marco was constantly checking for. “Problem?” Aldo asked, his voice low. “Maybe,” Marco replied, his tone tight but calm. “Hang on.” Marco’s fingers danced over the console, flipping a switch that dimmed their taillights to make their brake signals less noticeable. He tapped a button on his earpiece, activating a private channel to the rest of Aldo’s security team.