Delicious In Dungeon Marcille Love Interest Novels & Stories

Delilah immediately dragged me over and pulled a bottle of antacids from her purse. Frowning, she shoved a pill into my mouth. "I told you not to drink, so instead you drink something ice-cold. You're asking for trouble." I chuckled, but I kept pestering Marcel until he finally gave in. When the fitting room curtain opened, the entire boutique fell silent. Marcel stood on the platform like a perfectly sculpted model. The tux fit him flawlessly. For a moment, he was breathtaking. Delilah froze where she stood, staring at him without blinking.

Scarlett's POV "Marco," my father said, turning from the window. The name landed in the study like something thrown hard against stone. I looked at Lilith. She looked at me. Reed closed the laptop with a sound that was very quiet in a room that had suddenly become very loud in every way except noise. "Marco Virelli," Dominic repeated. "Still in the dungeon…has been since the attack." He was already moving toward the door. "Dominic," I called.

Marissa subconsciously wanted to say a few comforting words, but as the words were about to come out, she changed her mind: "When I came back, I saw both of you, one with a cold face looking out the window, the other silently peeling an apple with their head down. Who wouldn't think something was wrong with that kind of scene?" Marissa said, picking up a piece of apple from the fruit plate Charlotte had just set down, "It's pretty sweet, do you want some too?" Marco glanced at the apple, realized it was peeled by Charlotte, and coldly said, "I don't eat apples."

Nonetheless, as usual, the rumors about what had happened the night before were about to make my life even more complicated than it already was. Martha stared at me suspiciously, examining my neck from both sides. I bet the rumors got her excited, and she wanted to know for sure if I was bitten or not. I chuckled, "I wasn't marked. Please, stop staring." "Then, please tell me what happened yesterday?" She was clearly bursting with curiosity. "I had dinner with the Duke and his sister, and Dominique spiked my wine, because, as crazy as it sounds, she probably wanted Sariel to make a move on me," I explained, smiling awkwardly.

Darell pushed open the door and the delicious smell of home-cooked meal waffled to his nose instantly. If anyone asked him how he felt smelling that food, the only word Darell would have been able to reply would have been 'happy'. He was thankful to the maid that made the meal for him before leaving since he was very famished after the long day he had experienced. His eyes fell on Marcelyn and instantly arousal hit him. His shaft protested to be let out from the tight cage it was enclosed in. His wolf began to jump up happily as the smell of her overpowered that of the food and filled his nostrils. The moment Marcelyn saw him, she stood up from her sleeping position and walked up to him.

my place this weekend? Me: You sound pretty confident in your cooking skills. Marcos: I'll have you know, milady, that everyone finds my meals irresistible. I laugh, the sound surprising even me. Me: Challenge accepted then, Mr. Duke. My fingers hover over the keyboard again, another question stirring. Might as well. Me: By the way… did you send me a bouquet of blood-red roses this morning? His reply is almost instant. Marcos: I didn’t. But sounds like someone’s got a secret admirer... besides me, of course.

She tells him while switching to taste the meringue tartlets. Marion Whitfield. His name fits his personality, alright. Like he knows he’s fine and all that. Yeah, handsome devil. “Care to tell me which one you’ll taste first, Demetria?” He asks me, looking at me, head tilted, undressing me with his seductive eyes. I need to find myself a man. I’m aroused. “Aside from the cinnamon cookies, that's my favourite yet”. He added. “I’d go for the meringue tartlet, one of my favourites”. I tell him, my eyes on the plate.

Delilah instead resumed her nagging. "I want to punch him. He's a bad guy who likes to torture other people. He's like a monster!" Delilah cursed as she persisted in searching for the decorative print Lordes needed. James took the Strawberry bowl, dipped it in the melted chocolate, and ate it. He leaned his elbow to watch Delilah's beautiful legs standing on tiptoe while eating Strawberries.

“Deep pit—the roots need space.” Marc groaned, peeling off his shirt, muscles flexing under the moonlight. “This is your idea of fun?” “Builds character,” I shot back, ditching my own shirt, feeling the night air cool the sweat on my back. ”Women love it, let’s enjoy ourselves afterwards!” Marc smirked ”you can’t wait to sink your teeth into Angelica, spread her wide like a sandwich!” He laughed so loud and nasty. I laughed too, ”Of course Marc, I can’t resist such a sweet bite”

Chapter 59: Find Her The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as Alaric stepped inside. The warm, sweet scent of baked goods immediately enveloped him. His sharp eyes swept over the cozy interior, and the first person he saw was Marcie, sitting behind the counter. She looked utterly bored, her chin resting on her palm as she idly tapped her fingers on the polished surface. Marcie glanced up, her expression brightening slightly when she recognized him. "Oh, Damian," she greeted, her voice carrying a hint of surprise. "Didn't expect to see you here so today."