That's Gonna Leave A Mark #invincible Novels & Stories

The touch lingered, thumb brushing her lower lip. She turned her head slightly, their faces inches apart now. “And what am I now?” Her question hung, steady, as her hand slid higher, palm flattening against his chest. His palm covered hers, guiding it downward to rest over the mark on her own skin. “You are alive,” he said, voice roughening with emotion. “And no longer alone in it.”

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

Shit. "I can't wait to mark you and make you mine." -----

I felt a power coursing through me. A strength, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt, for the first time, invincible. And filled with rage. As the first kid approached me and laid his beefy hand on my wrist, I watched as my hand reacted on its own, grabbing hold of my attacker’s wrist and twisting it backwards at a right angle. The kid’s face contorted in shock as his wrist, and then arm, were snapped in two. He dropped to his knees, screaming. The three other boys’ eyes opened wide in surprise.

As the alpha turned to her with cold eyes, she muttered. “Not anymore, Myra. I reject you, and you don’t have my mark anymore,” he snarled as Myra felt that wicked pain on her wrist as she shot up from the bed. “No!” She screams out, her body trembling in shock as she stares at her arm, the mark still there, the room feels drowsy; meanwhile, Myra rushes to the toilet and turns on the shower, letting the cool water soothe her body. Myra rocks back and forth, feeling suffocated, until she touches her hands to confirm his mark is still there, a mark she had scratched until it became red.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be bullied. You don’t know what it’s like for people to use anything and everything against you, Levi. If word gets around that we’re mates, and I’m not wearing your mark, people will assume that you don’t want me. They’ll make it seem like you’re using me and …” “There’s an easy solution for that, Hope. Let me mark you. I’m ready. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ll tell anyone who says that you’re not worthy of love just how wrong they are. I know that I’ve never been bullied. I know that I haven’t experienced what you have. But this time, there’s a way to shut your bullies up. Wear my mark. Wear it proudly, just like I’ll wear yours. The

I asked closing my eyes and arching up into Valen, loving the way his skin brushed against my sensitive nipples with each stroke of his shaft in me. “Mark him.” Her words were like a bucket of ice water on the raging inferno within. Enough to make it stutter and pop angerly, but not enough to kill it completely. “What? No... I can’t do that; we didn’t discuss it.” “We need him, the strength he’ll give us by becoming one will aid us in the fight ahead.” “I said no! I won’t take his choice, Sapphire, leave it be.” “Eva, we don’t have a choice, enemies stalk us, stalk him. In order to keep him safe we must mark him as ours. Once and for all.” She demanded; her tone urgent as we felt Valen movin

Mark caught me before I hit the ground, shielding me with his body. “You okay?” he growled, already firing again. “Yeah,” I gasped, getting back up. Vincent’s voice suddenly boomed over loudspeakers they had set up outside. “Mark Arthur! Come out and face me like a man! Or I’ll burn this place to the ground with your whore inside it!” Mark’s eyes darkened with pure rage. He keyed his own comms. “Vincent. You want me? Come and get me.” Another wave of men charged.

“I’ll make all of this go away. You’ll get your life back.” My heart pounded in my chest. “And in exchange?” That wicked smile deepened. “You let me mark you.” The world seemed to stop. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. “What?” His voice was quiet, almost casual. “You heard me. Let me mark you, and I’ll delete everything.” I stared at him, horror flooding through me. “You’re insane.” “What does that even mean?” I demanded. “Mark me? What kind of sick game is this?”

She inquired “That’s not what I meant. I need to mark you to be at ease when I leave. With my mark, I can be sure you are okay,” He finally explained, and Geneva’s eyes widened in shock and annoyance. She jumped back in anger. “What! No, I don’t want your mark on me” Zion’s face darkened in anger, and he moved to grab her hand and pull her towards him “Why not? Don’t be foolish and let your anger towards me blind you from doing the reasonable thing. You know I am right”