Yeri Mark Novels & Stories

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

Jet smiled at my mate and shook her hand. “I’m Kirsten Relani , but please don’t ever call me Relani just Kirsten or Lani. It’s nice to meet you guys,” she said sincerely and smiled genuinely. Her smile was breathtaking and again, I was jealous that she didn’t smile at me. Relani was her name, huh? I thought to myself. That’s one hell of a sexy name and yes, I know she told us not to call her Relani but who cares? It’s sexy. I quickly shook those thoughts away.

“Nicholas Spark.” “What?” I asked coming out of my lethargy. “Yeah... That’s the only logical answer I can give to you.” Eli said with a thoughtful look. “About what?” Now besides my nerves, I was also confused, because in one hand, there was the fact that I had slept with Mark, my Mark! And on the other one was my friend with her ramblings about writers. “That beef of a man who did a better scene than those girls on America's Next Top Model was the Mark of your teenage years?”

or destroys you? "Shut up," Eric hissed, his voice low and threatening. Victor grinned, but his gaze returned to me, sparkling with a hungry brightness. "The mark is a door, Kyara," he explained. "And doors are supposed to be opened. The question is, will you open it freely, or will you make me do it for you?" Before I could react, the ground underneath us moved again, more violently this time. Cracks spread across the glistening surface, and a deep, foreboding rumble filled the air.

“Once Levi marks you, everyone will know you’re his. You’ll carry his scent and mark, no one would dare look twice.” She leaned in and whispered dramatically, “Alpha marks are distinct. Beta and Gamma too. But Alpha marks? Everyone knows them on sight.” Leon nodded seriously. “Until then, unmarked Princess, please stay close.” Kaliyah chuckled softly. As they continued walking, they passed a little roadside store. Delicious smoky smells wafted from it. “Ooh!” Mirella squealed. “That store sells the best grilled meat. Let’s try some!” Leon stepped forward like a parent scolding two curious kids. “No. It’s street food.”

Mark hadn't known they were caught on security cameras, and then he'd barely managed to silence the whistle blower before he took the evidence up the chain. Mark had to get to Erin, no matter the cost. *** SATURDAY, ERBIL ROTANA, ERBIL, KURDISTAN. ERIN LAY IN THE BIG, plush bed. It felt as though she were being pulled down through the mattress. She was weary to the point that keeping her eyes open was a strain, and yet a growing part of her wanted to get up and pace the room. She wanted to move. To do something. Laying here cocooned in a robe, her belly full of rich food, lying next to a snoozing man seemed like the worst way to handle their current problems.

Baby tell me what's your name Tell me what's your number Is it me or something else Cause your bakassi na thunder You driving me insane You mess with my medula I no let you go in vain And when I catch you na forever Emergency, Emergency, you never see me coming through (Emergency, Emergency, you never see me coming, haa!) Emergency, Emergency, you never see me coming through (Emergency, Emergency, you never see me coming, mayamaya) The lyrics of the song sank into Noah. It is was a song from a Nigerian artiste name Dbanj.

In the midst of that, my sharp eyes catch someone who is playing no part in the display of colours, she is wearing odd shade of white, odd fashion and a veil is around her neck, hiding the mark that I put on her. Yeri. But what is she doing? Amidst the lively laughter and delighted exclamations of my harem, Yeri’s expression is stern and unyielding as she confronts Yolanda who clutches a glittering treasure. Yeri’s dark eyes, usually soft is blazing with a fiery determination. Her posture is rigid, every muscle tenses as she speaks to Yolanda. Her brows are furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin, resolute line. I can almost feel the silent storm of emotions raging within her: a blend of ange

"Breaking into her space. Reading her private thoughts." "She's not here to care anymore." "Isn't she?" Something flickered across his face. Too fast to read. "You marked her." The words came out flat. Certain. "Don't try to deny it. Sienna saw the mark. Smelled your scent on her. Three days after she supposedly left, she was still here. Still bound to you." Kade was quiet for a long moment. Then he moved further into the room, his movements careful. Controlled. "Yes," he finally said. "I marked her."