Aot Marcel Novels & Stories

Because standing infront of me were two terrifying mobsters. Marcel pushed his hands inside his pocket and pulled a card out before placing it on the counter. "My offer still stands, you can contact me." He winked and walked out of the kitchen along with Harold. I took the card from the counter to tear it apart but before tearing it, I read what was in it. Marcel Delacourt, New Port, near San Marino, Pearl City, O'ahu, Hawaii. Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy.

“I heard you made calls.” “I did,” I replied, voice flat. “To block Seth’s trade,” he said, not asking. I stared at him. “And?” Marcel hesitated, then chose his words carefully. “It wasn’t a good decision to go against Seth and their family.” My eyes narrowed. “Not a good decision.” “No,” Marcel said. “It was a dangerous one.” I felt heat flare in my chest again. “Dangerous doesn’t mean wrong.” Marcel took a slow breath, like he was forcing himself to stay respectful. “They’re one of the most powerful mafia in the state, Reinaldo.”

Over a dozen powerful auras exploded outward, slamming toward Marcelo like a tidal wave. Standing at the center of the storm, all Marcelo could do was roar in fury, "Andrew! You despicable brat!" He never imagined that, even in his final moments, Andrew would pull one last stunt on him.

Aloysius would not show mercy to Marcel. Instead, he would use cruel means to deal with Marcel. Very soon, they returned to the Heavenly Path’s Carrefour. Philip stood aside without a word. He knew it was best to let Aloysius deal with it. Marcel was devastated by his easy defeat. He went through all the hardship to become a demonic practitioner so that he could stand on top of the world one day. He never thought someone could defeat him so easily one day.

Celia said. “I’ll decide that,” Marcel countered. “Decide something else.” “Or what? You’ll bite me?” “Maybe I just won’t go.” They held eyes, Celia refusing to back down. He took a step closer to her seat. “You can all go. Atlas, we’ll talk later.” Jon scoffed as he shot to his feet angrily. “Might as well make him Beta.” “We’ll see,” Marcel responded, not taking his eyes off Celia. As they departed the cabin, Celia rose to leave, but Marcel had her sit again with a hand on her head.

Across from me, Uncle Marcelo sat comfortably in a plush velvet armchair, his hands resting heavily over the top of his silver-handled cane. "Marc won't be stealing from the northern docks ever again," I said. My voice was completely flat, entirely stripped of any emotion as I stepped forward and handed the steaming cup over to my uncle. "He tried to route four million through a Delaware shell company called Apex Maritime. I made an example of him in the pit last night."

Right now they brushed off Rowan’s weirdness and went back into the conversation of Katra. “You know Rowan’s right-again. We won't have enough time to get close enough to Katra” Marcel sighed out defeated before slumping back into his chair. Our only good plan had just been crumpled in front of him and by somebody who doesn’t even really seem to care.

Marcello propped her chin up and looked at James, asking, “James, is there a powerhouse from ancient times on Earth?” James looked at her suspiciously and asked, “Why do you ask that?” Marcello said, “Only a powerhouse from ancient times can help you refine and reform your body with the Demonic Lotus.” James smiled but did not answer the question. Jace reminded her, “Marcello, that’s a very personal question. You should respect his privacy.” For the first time, James felt that Jace was pretty friendly. “Fine,” Marcello replied casually and did not pursue the matter further.

“Why wasn’t I informed immediately?” Marcel swallowed. “Because there’s more.” Nathan stared at him coldly. “Talk.” Marcel inhaled deeply before continuing. “Yesterday, I got confirmation that Mr. Goodman signed a new partnership agreement…” He paused nervously. Nathan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “With who?” Marcel hesitated again before answering quietly. “With Golden Aura. Charlotte's company.” The office went completely silent. Nathan froze where he stood. The whiskey glass in his hand tilted slightly.

i thought keeping my eyes on Rowan whose fake smile flattered for a moment. I looked back at Rowan, biting my lip and pretending to gasp as if I had just spilled highly classified family secrets. “ oh! I'm so sorry honey, I didn't know you two weren't close enough to spill that information.” Rowan eyes widened swallowing the bait, If Marshall Marcelo was secretly building a separate route behind the Morettis with their enemy, it meant Marcelo was double-crossing his financial backer “ how romantic” his voice tightening “he actually tells his bride information about his business”