The Marked Ones Book Novels & Stories

Mark apologized, "I thought Madame was in a perilous situation so I rushed to this place. When I went back , I searched everywhere but the bookstore had been vacated." I dropped my hands. I lifted my hands and wrapped my fingers around Mark's neck. I tightened my grip and lifted him up a little. His tan skin took in a shade of red as he tried to breath. "Excuses. If sorry was useful, do we have any need for the police?" I asked softly. Nobody replied me. "You know I don't give second chances. Show me where the bookstore is before reporting to the dungeon." I passed my verdict calmly. It was a huge contrast from the tumultuous way I was feeling inside.

Looking at the skyscraper of the news station she smiled and went inside. ~~~~~~~~~ Mark was reading a book sitting on a chair in his room when he felt Serena’s arms around him. “What are you reading?” Serena asked softly. “It is one fictional book. You do not like fictional books so I will not tell you,” asserted Mark. He then closed the book and then grabbed her hand. Serena came to the front and sat beside him. Mark closed the book that he was reading and put it on the table. “You are so quiet these days,” stated Serena.

Arianne had never doubted Mary’s intention so she obediently carried her book upstairs. “Sure. It’s dark here, be careful when you guys remove the lights.” Mary grinned in delight. Mark hardly came back early. She would not allow Arianne to waste this opportunity. When Mark returned to the room, he sat in front of the French window, flipping through a book. The books that he read were different from Arianne’s. They were all in a foreign language. Arianne was not good in foreign languages, and she would have a headache when she thought about deciphering them.

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

I glare at the book in my hands as I stand up, “Look what you’ve caused. I just had to see his face again.” My wolf grunts, possibly because she doesn’t know what to believe anymore, she barely knows what to feel. With the book in my hands, I walk to my room. Gladly, no one is here to see me as I sulk down the halls. I jump on my bed and open the book in a second. Just as if the book read my mind, the page I turn is the one I have been searching for. The double mark. It looks back at me with thick ink and I smile.

Our marriage was nothing but a human’s signed paper, and that meant nothing to us as wolves, and despite the spark between us; I couldn’t expect him to be mine alone when I was even his mate. “Vivian is my ex lover, and mate” Damien said avoiding my eyes. My own eyes widened in surprise, and I could hear his heart racing against his ribcage as he waited for my reaction. I squeezed his hand in assurance, letting him know that I was willing to listen to what he was going to say “her and I were together a long while before she met Alberto; but I never marked her as mine, and I don’t even know how he managed to mark her as his or when they were got to know one another. But I got home one day aft

It was by a wide margin the best bringing shed at any point finished all alone. However, they werent here. Lawrence was all alone, so nothing remained at that point but to continue on toward the following life, notice a greater amount of Clementine Hunter and Daniel, drink everything in until something started to check out. She searched the damp edges for a lock or a handle, simply some way in. At last, the Announcer squeaked open. Lawrence took a full breath. She glanced back at Chi. Is it true or not that you are coming for sure? Seriously, he bounced onto her shoulder and seized her lapel like the reins on a pony, and both of them ventured through.

I lay weakly on the floor of my office; the mural above gradually blurred before my eyes, and I closed them. Upon reopening my eyes, I found myself in a world of chaos. Numerous shimmering masses of light floated around me, and at the edge of my vision, I discerned a glowing figure. Drawing nearer, I realized it resembled a humanoid. Countless balls of light emanated from her body, and inexplicably, I felt a strange familiarity whenever I looked at her. "Caitlyn!" Finally, a renewed connection between Caitlyn and me. Through the mark I left on her body, I could feel the torment she was enduring. She struggled in an empty space, eyes tightly shut, while waves of sadness, grief, and pain engul

Never in my entire life will I be caught by a book. I picked the book entitled Règles and put it in the corner of the table. The titles say that I won't be happy if I read it. I decided to start reading the book entitled Château, it looks trouble-free, I slowly opened the book and closed it again. I changed my mind, I put it in the corner together with the book Règles. I really hate books! I stare at the book for how many minutes and for the first time, something got my attention, a book got my attention! It is a book without a title but there is a mark on it, a wany crescent, the Cravens mark.

"Which means... the bond isn't what's failing." I hear a rustle of fabric as she kneels beside the bed once more. Her fingers brush lightly over the mark on my neck before tracing along my arm. My eyes finally leave Kaine. I turn my head just enough to look at her. She's staring at my skin, her expression caught somewhere between fascination and horror. “If it's not unstable, then why does it feel like it's trying to burn me alive?” I ask, unable to keep the edge from my voice. So the mark he gave me is really for my protection.