"Hey. Listen to me, I'm here. I care. Talk to me." Cover Art: Gratooney -°^°- on Redbubble Any fanart in this book is NOT mine and I do not take any credit for it. Started: 9/2/18 - 4/19/19

Mark lives in a world where at 18, people stop aging. They don't start aging again until they meet their perfect other half- their soulmate. Most individuals find their match quickly. Soulmates are drawn to each other. Mark, on the other hand, has been waiting for a very long time, and given up hope. One day though, a speeding car and a pair of sky blue eyes will change everything. Cover is by: cartoonjunkie, aka CJ Draws

When a handsome Asian Man named Mark goes outside to scout for supplies and food during the zombie apocalypse, he runs into a life changing person Jack was working his hardest to keep him and his daughter safe and alive. One of those journeys he discovers a god, who was slightly asian who helped save their life

" MARK!" I shouted. I whipped my head around to see a zombie pinning Mark. I raced over, slamming my axe onto it's rotting skull. The zombie fell lifeless to the side of Mark. I offered my hand, and he took it gladly. I beckoned for Mark. A gunshot rang in the distance. " Run." Mark said, his panic stricken eyes locking onto mine. Mark and I ran for dear life into the forest. Another gunshot rang, much closer this time. " Shit." I whispered, looking towards Mark's panicked brown eyes. Mark guided me through the forest, another axe in his hand. He seemed on high alert, carefully planning each step. A gunshot rang and a burning pain flung itself up my leg. " FUCK!" I screamed, tears running down my face. Mark wheeled around, concern in his eyes. He scooped me into his arms. After all, I was a short 5'6 and hardly weighted anything. If only Hell had decided to stay underground, and not come up to bite our asses... ANOTHER NEW STORYYYY!!! WARNING: CONTAINS THINGS SUCH AS ABUSE AND RAPE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

Seán is a celebrity singer and Mark was just employed as his body guard. // "Can I be your bodyguard?" Mark asked, pulling back but still resting his hands on Seán's shoulders. "It's fine wit' me. But... My fans can get shite crazy..." //

Mark is a pirate Captain known for his Black Hearted Nature. Nothing stands between him and what he desires. His ship and crew have mastered the high seas. When he hears tales about a treasure that only a mermaid can find. A treasure that even the greediest and most blood thirstiest pirates have died searching for. Journeying through dangerous waters, Mark is determined to do what no pirate has done before him. The only thing holding him back is Sean. A salty Merman with a lot of attitude for a prisoner. This book is dedicated to 'Slenderboy152.' For inspiring the tale of a lifetime.

Dark has always been in the inner depths of Mark's mind watching, waiting. But now he sees something he has to have; the green haired boy with sparking blue eyes. Will he get what he desires or will something get in his way? (Danti fic)

{The first book in the Apocalypse Series} "Hey, Mark.. Are you doing okay?" Jack turns to him. Mark limps along nodding, "Fine." "You're not fine. We need to talk about this." Tyler frowns, "You're bitten. This is just like with Ethan." "This is not like Ethan!" Mark growls, grabbing Tyler's shirt, "I am not going to die!" Felix quickly separates the two, "Hey, now. No one is going to die while I'm here." Marzia stands by, looking nervous, "We should.. Get going, it's getting dark.." ... "Give me all your supplies and weapons, now!" the man demands, holding a knife to Minx's throat. Cry just smiles, raising an eyebrow, "You sure you wanna rob us, buddy?" Ohm snickers and the man's eyes narrow, "I'm serious, hand it over!" Minx drops a pocket knife from inside her sleeve into her hand and she stabs it into the man's stomach. The split moment the man pulls away in shock, Minx spins, getting behind him and she holds one of his hands up against his back, her knife to his throat. She grins, "You picked the wrong damsel in distress."

sean watches the boy on the balcony across the street every night. he wishes he could speak to him. [one sentence at a time story.]