Romans & histoires Mark Manio

~MARIO~ "Guys, I think I found something," Marco said as he clicked on his keyboard. It turned out that we had found Elio Missoni with a man named Andrea Bianchi. Their names were written boldly on the screen. 'Andrea Bianchi... It can't be...' I thought as I looked at the screen. "Oh shit, is that?" "Andrea Bianchi. My right-hand man." I cut Marco short before he could finish saying his name.

Looking at him now, I knew the answer was no. Marco Mancini hadn't changed a single bit, he was the same man who would cut the brakes on a car just to steal what didn’t belong to him. He was the same man who would sleep with his wife's sister in their own bed. He was a creature of pure, unadulterated selfishness, he would sacrifice the entire world just to keep his own head above water for one more day.

" None of this is funny. You can't torture men just because I went on a date with them. He didn't even know I was someone's wife." " So you rescued him? " He scoffed and stared at me with disappointment in his eyes. He could be disappointed all he wanted. Mark was safe and that was all that mattered. " Yes. You're so heartless. This is a human life we are talking about. " I tried to reason with him but the look on his face told me he wasn't there with me. " He knew exactly who you were. He is a Russian mob spy. They're closing in on our territory. They want to take over from us. "

However, everything is void and empty. He caught the sound of footsteps coming his way, followed by a man’s voice he recognized as one of his trackers. “Master, we’ve secure all the details, the lists of profiles, and all personnel was called into the estate, except for one.” Nikolai gave him his full attention. The wind is getting harsher by the minute, and it won’t be long before the blizzard comes. “Who?” “Donato Markov.” “Fuck!” He cursed aloud, his hand curling into a fist, nails digging at the heel of his palm.

I am left speechless chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Hey…hey darling look at me.” Christian holds on to my waist turning me around. “I know that this mark has never brought you anything but sadness but seeing the way you look at it with sorrow that it is still there makes it a source of pain for myself as well. I promise Darling that I will do everything in my power to make up for all the sadness. I am so sorry and I have had a lot of time to think about all that I have done and I would love a chance to make it better. Please can you give me a chance to be the mate I should have been, to make up for my cowardice.”

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

The snow almost buried him alive. The snow stopped on the eighth morning. Julian crawled out of the snowbank. His lips were purple, but his eyes still burned with fight. Just then, a black SUV pulled up to the building. A sharp-dressed man stepped out. It was Alpha Marcus, the strongest Alpha in the North. He held a bouquet of rare Moonflowers. They only grew on the highest snowy peaks. The guards quickly opened the doors for him with wide smiles. "Alpha Marcus. Healer Quinn is waiting for you upstairs."

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

“Imagine that headline: Omega girl barges into Alpha territory over runaway tomatoes.” The market ahead was already buzzing, the smell of spices and ripe fruit thick in the warm afternoon. Motorbikes zipped past us on the uneven road, kicking up dust. We stepped aside as a sleek black car purred by probably one of the merchant’s sons trying to show off. I rolled my eyes. Mariah muttered, “Dragging these crates every two days is becoming spiritual warfare.” “We should just borrow one of Father’s trucks next time,” I said. “These tomatoes are getting heavier by the season.”

And I was too polite to turn him down. Two chairs away. That's how close to Gideon I was. If we both stretched out an arm, we could hold each other. I passed Doctor Carver a smile and slid into the chair, accidentally glancing in Gideon's direction as I did so. His eyes were slightly narrowed on me but his expression was unreadable. The room began to grow a little too hot. "We went through all the resources you provided and found out that the mark was linked to wolves who once occupied the Great Plains of Talamar," Doctor Carver began and went on to narrate what he had told me the previous night.