Nathaniel X Marc の小説・ストーリー

Sudden silence descended into the room, it felt like time had paused for a few moments. “Ah!” Malikai groaned as he landed roughly on the floor. “I'm sorry alpha but no one told me that I was getting rid of a mate mark.” “Mate?” Luca whispered. He had gone still against me. “Are you sure?” Killain asked, staring at me in disbelief. “Yes…” he rubbed his neck with a frown. “Getting rid of a mate mark is a different thing entirely. I'm sure she felt like she was being split into two.”

"She is ours." "I'm afraid not," Trevor responded. "What do you mean?" Narnia inquired. 'Yeah! What do you mean?' I pondered, furrowing my brow. "She's my mate. She's been marked." My eyes widened, stunned at his revelation. 'What the...' I instantaneously had a flashback of my time with him in his suite. I did feel a sharp sting when he kissed me on the neck. 'That's what he meant by 'We're not done yet.' Having sex with me was never his intention. Marking me must have been part of the agreement,' I reasoned quickly.

"Well I'm not entirely sure.But Ms.Natalia's kidnapper is the ruthless Marco.And Katherine has been seen moving in and out of Marco's den." "I will fucking kill her.I will..." "Umm Mr.Martin can I suggest you something? Marco is very ruthless.Instead of chanelling your anger towards your ex.Kindly focus on Natalia.She's in grave danger.I don't even know whether she's alive or dead.Marco has a very discreet way of disposing a body.No trace and no evidence.Even police has no firm evidence to arrest him." "No way....Don't you dare say my Natalia is dead." "I'm not sure sir.Needless to say Marco is a very dangerous man."

"And don't expect me to collect your corpse when you die out there!" "If you don't get back here and fix Ivy's skin, don't you ever dream of having a Marking Ceremony with me!" I glanced at the packed tactical bag on the table and the Winterborn entry contract beside it. The corner of my mouth hooked into a mocking smile. "Deal, Ethan." "I'll get lost. Far away. I promise I won't be an eyesore for you two anymore." Before he could react, I hung up. I pulled the SIM card out of the phone and dropped it into a glass of high-proof spirits in front of me.

Obviously, the two packs weren’t exactly good friends. “Lani, do you want to sit with us?” Jade asked with a friendly look on her face. “By the way, this is Stacy,” she pointed to the girl next to her. “You met all the boys already, right?” “Not me. I’m Warren,” Channing Tatum look alike cut in. He had a deep voice, but it was smooth. I shook his hand and introduced myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damon shift from one foot to the other, looking uncomfortable. Warren smiled at me.

“You make me sound so dull, Lana.” My pulse skipped. “Mark,” I said, forcing lightness into my voice, “this is Nathan Cross. Nathan, my boyfriend, Mark Bradford—the artist whose work you’re admiring tonight.” Mark extended a polite hand. Nathan took it with a firm grip, his eyes never leaving mine. “Big night,” Nathan said, the corner of his mouth curving. “You’ve got quite the eye, Mark. I’ve seen every piece in this room.” “I appreciate that,” Mark replied, stiffly. “It means a lot coming from someone like you.”

"Outcasts, who by their deeds are not welcome. Rogues who lack the mentality to protect themselves. What do I care what happens to them?" Marc frowned at this. Since when did the Pack turn on its own? Yes, the missing wolves were rogues, but not by choice. With Roderick gone, didn't they deserve a second chance? Perhaps Nathan wasn't comfortable dealing with a vampire. Marc gestured for the phone. With a shrug, Thaddeus handed it over. "Nathan? Hi, it's Marc. I'm a-I mean I was a friend of Trent and Darren." "You survived." Flatly said.

“Don’t you feel like the universe is trying to tell us something?” “Yeah, to put you in your place,” muttered Amir. Dramatically, he took a low bow, his eyes trained on the tall men. “I apologize for the ruckus we caused last time. But I have to ask…” He resumed a straight stance. “What do you want exactly Markings?” Nathaniel asked with impatience all over his voice. Wood Markings chuckled and as he did, he instantly locked eyes with Chloe. “I just wanted to apologize.” Nathaniel gave a curt nod and said, as he had Chloe’s slender hand in his again, “And you have. You may excuse us now.”

However, he did not show his displeasure. Mr. Nathaniel replied grimly, “I didn’t expect Eric to be affiliated with Mark Tremont. Moreover, they’re good friends. Mark’s wife is a designer in the company as well. I’ve miscalculated this time. I don’t know if he’s trying to trick us, but if it’s true, we can forget about establishing a connection with Mark.”

I just couldnt bear it if you jumped. It wasnt Gabbe speaking to him now on the mountain. This voice dripped with sarcasm. Noah knew who it belonged to before he even spun around. Noah lounged against a wall of tall black boulders. Over the colorless earth, hed spread out an enormous prayer tapestry woven with rich strands of burgundy and ochre thread. He dangled a charred yaks leg in his hand and bit off a huge hunk of stringy meat. Oh, what the hell? Noah shrugged, chewing. Go ahead and jump. Any last words you want me to pass along to Lawrence ?