Adventure Time Marceline And Marshall Lee Novels & Stories

"So, now my dear Madison Rain, will you tell me about what happened to you earlier?" As we waited for our orders, I began telling Leslie about forgetting my umbrella, getting my shoes soaked by the heavy rain, and meeting The Decadence of The Fallen's Adrian and his horde of screaming groupies. Her immediate reaction really surprised me though because Leslie not only knew Adrian but she knew the rest of the other members as well. "Oh my gosh, Maddie. You got up close and personal with the elusive Marcus Adrian Lee! Wow! You're so lucky! Did he look more handsome up close? Did he smell good?," Leslie excitedly started throwing questions at me.

I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo. “Hey man, thanks.” I say. He takes his headphones off. “What?” He says. “I wanted to thank you.” “For what? It was all you dude. You just had to be confident.” Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought he was. “If you need me, I’m here.” He says as he is about to go back to do another set. Before he starts his set I interrupt. “Wait, can I get your phone number? It’ll be cool to hangout sometime.”

Lia: I woke to sunlight spilling across the room, and the strange realization that I was far more sore than I’d expected to be. Not unpleasant. Just… real. A reminder of what happened last night. I shifted slightly, wincing before relaxing again, and that was when I noticed him. Marcel sat at his desk across the room, sleeves rolled up, hair still slightly damp like he hadn’t been awake for long but hadn’t slept in either. Papers were spread in front of him, his attention focused, until he felt me stir.

“She was trying to run! I stopped her!” Through my half-closed eyes, I watched as Kevin pointed at me, his hand shaking. Marcel took a slow step forward, his expensive shoes crunching on the broken glass. He surveyed the room with cold, calculating eyes—taking in every detail, every sign of violence, every drop of blood. “Two hours,” Marcel repeated, his voice still eerily calm. “I gave you until eight o’clock. It’s now past ten.” “I know, I know, but I had to stop her from running! She tried to leave, to abandon the deal—”

His hand slowly placed the flowers on the sand and just as quickly the waves crashed and carried away the daisy bouquet. "You're in too much of a hurry to take them and I haven't even said a word that I love you. "Marcel just smiled faintly with a wound that still hadn't gone away after the departure of his soulmate. Flashback. "Grace, don't run, I'm tired. "Marcel continued to chase his best friend who has now become his wife for a week. "You're too weak, Arcel, come after me." Grace stuck out her tongue and taunted Marcel when she saw him running back towards her.

she says, and stands to her feet. "Elena, you need to stop this attitude of yours. We talked about it and you promised to change, remember? … Well right before you poofed into thin air" Marcel explains while nagging a little. I watched as the two exchanged looks and words like they had been long-time friends, I knew they were both doing this to get under my skin and piss me off. "I don't just poof Marcel, I'm not a witch" she defends herself causing me to snort out really loud in an annoying manner.

As soon as we arrived, I stepped out of the vehicle and could already see Leo waiting for us. He smiled as he took in my dress, and before he could say a word, Marcel came out of the car and ran to hug Leo. "Hey, Marcel! Good to see you, buddy," Leo said, ruffling Marcel's hair affectionately. Marcel giggled. “I missed you, Leo. You didn’t come around today?” Marcel said. “But I am here now. I promise we would go on an adventure the next time we see each other,” he said, and Marcel giggled at his promise.

The sun receded behind the cloud while the gentle breeze whipped some strands of hair over my face. I darted my eyes back to where Marcel was and he took me aback because the plan was to make seashell jewelry according to what was written in the wrapped note but he was coming with a turtle instead of more seashells. My jaw dropped and I walked to meet his pace. “A turtle?” “Isn't it cute” Marcel seemed pretty fascinated by the sight and my mind was still conflicted with how someone who acted cute like this could cause such an accident. It seemed more like he had two personalities or maybe I was just overthinking things.

The sun was high up, sunlight concentrating through the opening of the nearly shut windows. Marcel wasn’t in the room. The rest of the group was sleeping, except Zeeb. Celia gave him a questioning look. “How did I…?” get up here? Zeeb shrugged before standing and stretching. When bones cracked, he let out a satisfied smile. Celia turned to the door. She could feel him coming long before his footsteps were within range of her hearing. She was off the bed at the same time that Marcel entered the room. “Rise and shine, my little Weres,” he said, a bright grin on his face and a big brown sack tucked under his arm.

Marshall said as more shouts could be heard from the wreckage. “Find them, they couldn’t have gotten far.” Marshall and Philly both heard. “Meryl, we are going to need you here.” Philly tells him. “On my way.” Meryl yells as he shifted into a white wolf with a little bit of black streaks. With lightening speed, he was gone rushed to the woods where Marshall said he saw the kids disappear.